The Witchmaster's Key (The Hardy Boys, Book 55)
Franklin W. Dixon
The Hardy boys' research of a museum theft in England arouses the anger of a coven of black witches.
prompt. “There needs to be a locksmith one of the artisans.” within the village, they walked alongside the most highway and stopped at a gunsmith’s for info. He informed them to visit the store of Lance McKnight, the locksmith. McKnight used to be a rough-looking personality with a heavy progress of beard. His store was once cluttered and dusty. Swords, daggers, and different guns held on the partitions and a pile of keys lay at the counter. McKnight claimed he can make keys from plaster casts. but if the men produced.
hearth a steel-tipped arrow. A headsman’s ax lay at the flooring, its depraved blade glowing within the dim gentle of a small window overhead. A battleax was once balanced in a vise with a dossier beside it. Darts and daggers littered the workbench. Joe stood spellbound. “Frank, this man needs to be hipped on medieval weapons!” “I’d say he is familiar with as a lot approximately them as Richard the Lion-Hearted. He must have been a crusader. Isn’t there something along with guns during this room?” simply then a noise made them stiffen.
Fellows rush to the rescue.” “Understood,” Phil stated. “Meanwhile, I’ll watch front of the building.” “I’ll patrol the back,” Chet promised. “Okay,” Joe stated, “here we go.” the lady opened the door of Black Magic corridor while Frank tapped on it. An previous dusty grandfather’s clock started to sound the hour of 9 as they entered. The strokes boomed in the course of the murky museum, constructing echoes in an extended darkish passageway resulting in the rear of the development. The sound made Frank uneasy. “That clock.
now not repress a shudder. The puppy sat down, raised his muzzle towards the ceiling, and howled mournfully. whatever unexpectedly moved within the shadows in the back of Satan’s throne. Shirley grew to become to appear, then screamed out in terror! bankruptcy XX The Skeleton IT used to be devil himself! His repulsive masks appeared extra diabolical than ever within the flickering candlelight! The red feathers of his headdress made him look like a substantial chicken of prey! Uttering an oath, he leaped from the shadows and flung.
Himself on Joe. “I helped you!” devil screamed. “And you ruined everything!” The police overpowered him whereas he struggled, kicked, and shrieked. Frank ripped off the satanic masks and stood dumbfounded. “Doctor Burelli!” “My dentist!” Joe exclaimed. “So you’re the recent witchmaster of East Anglia!” The Evanses appeared on open-mouthed because the drama opened up. “That workshop on your basement gave you an exceptional cover,” Frank stated. “We by no means guessed you have been making mask on your witches in addition to for.