CHAPTER XX

Tables Turned The dazzling glare of the big lamp was turned full in the faces of the Hardy boys. They heard a gasp of astonishment. “Why, it’s a couple of kids!” exclaimed one of the men. “Couple of kids!” rasped Gus Montrose, in astonishment. “Do you know who we’ve got here?” “Who?” “Them Hardy boys. The pair that followed me yesterday.” “What?” “It’s them. The very same spyin’ pair of brats.” A rough hand seized Frank’s shoulder and swung him around. “I’d know them anywhere. Fenton Hardy’s kids.” The name of Fent…