THE HUNNIWELL BOYS AND THE PLATINUM MYSTERY ------------------------------------------------------------------------ THE HUNNIWELL BOYS AND THE PLATINUM MYSTERY By L. P. WYMAN, Ph.D. AUTHOR OF “The Hunniwell Boys in the Air,” “The Hunniwell Boys’ Victory,” “The Hunniwell Boys’ Longest Flight,” “The Hunniwell Boys in the Secret Service,” “The Lakewood Boys Series,” “The Golden Boys Series,” etc. [A.L. Burt Company, New York logo] Printed in U. S. A. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ THE HUNNIWELL BOYS SERIES THRILLING AVIATION STORIES FOR BOYS 12 TO 16 YEARS By L. P. WYMAN, Ph. D. The Hunniwell Boys in the Air The Hunniwell Boys’ Victory The Hunniwell Boys in the Secret Service The Hunniwell Boys and the Platinum Mystery The Hunniwell Boys’ Longest Flight Copyright, 1928 By A. L. BURT COMPANY THE HUNNIWELL BOYS AND THE PLATINUM MYSTERY Printed in U. S. A. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ THE HUNNIWELL BOYS AND THE PLATINUM MYSTERY CHAPTER I A STRANGE PROPOSAL “Horned toads and little fishes, but will you look at that baby pull!” Bill Hunniwell dropped his paddle and grabbed the landing net as he spoke. His brother, Gordon, however, was too busy handling the five ounce rod to make any reply. He had all he could do to keep a taut line on the big square tail as it broke water some sixty feet from the canoe. But he had handled big fish before and, although he fought it nearly half an hour, he finally succeeded in getting it up within netting distance and in another minute the big fellow lay on the bottom of the canoe too worn out even to flop. “I’ll bet he’ll go ten pounds,” Bill declared as he looked down at the fish. “Guess he’s the biggest that has come out of Lost Pond in our time,” Gordon added as he too gazed with pride at his catch. “We’ll take him home and have him mounted,” Bill declared as he picked up the paddle and turned the canoe toward the cabin. “The phone’s ringing,” Gordon said when they were almost in. “Make it snappy or they’ll ring off.” A few strong strokes put the light canoe alongside the wharf and Gordon leaped out and raced for the cabin only a few feet away. Bill pulled the canoe up onto the wharf and began taking the rod and fish out. But he had not finished when Gordon returned. “It was mother calling,” he announced. “She says that Mr. Rogers is at the house and wants to see us.”