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Number 41 in the original series
Published in 1962
Written by James Buechler
Reviewed by Stephen J. Servello
I have recently finished reading The Clue of the Screeching Owl at work (during lunch and breaks). This re-reading confirmed my belief that not all the good Hardy Boy books were written early on. This book is one of the better books and was released during the height of my Hardy Boy reading (1962-1968).
The first thing that attracted me to this book was the incredible artwork on this 4th "Picture Cover" (PC) edition. For the most part, I did not like those PC's (especially starting with Whale Tattoo and Arctic Patrol ) that showed a single dominating thing or character with smaller add-ons to flesh the picture out. I'm not really sure that I explained precisely what I meant, that is one of my shortcomings in posting. Anyway, I think this cover does an incredible job of capturing the "feel" of Black Hollow and environs. The dominating "thing" in this case is the head of a screech owl looking down with brooding menace on the Hardy Boys as they gaze backwards in fear while fleeing its baleful stare. The owls visage takes up half the night sky and the dark woods of Black Hollow are an effective backdrop between it and the terrified brothers. While it is true that this is not an actual scene from the book, it does intrigue a prospective reader and in no manner misrepresents the story line or its atmosphere.
The story itself opens with Frank, Joe, and Chet driving through the Amish countryside, en route to the Pocono Mountains. There they plan to meet up with one of Fenton's old friends, retired police Captain Thomas McGuire. He lives in a cabin at the edge of Black Hollow. The name itself fascinates me. How much more sinister the word "hollow" is, compared to say, "valley". The captain was concerned about the revival of a witches hex in the hollow, abetted by the tell-tale abduction of neighborhood dogs and the terrifying screams of the vengeance seeking witch herself. Fenton Hardy could not respond to his friends request for help as he was busy on another (was it another) case, in nearby New Jersey, involving smugglers. . The last book I read in this series was smuggler related too ("The House on the Cliff", a comparison of the original and revised versions). What was slightly unusual here is that the boy's father does not inform them in person of his latest case. The Hardy's reflect back on this as the story begins.
Naturally Fenton's case and the Hardy's will end up coinciding. No complaint here, it's part of the series formula and no matter how far fetched, I enjoy it! I note that there is a range of mountains known by different names on either side of the Pennsylvania/New Jersey border. Pocono Mountains in PA and (I forget) in NJ. They are both part and parcel of the mid Appalachian range. As they are contiguous, it has always bothered me that they needed separate names. This is a personal thing and I apologize for bringing it up here...
The 3 youths arrive to find the captain's cabin empty and under mysterious circumstances (what other kind are there )? Of course meeting Colonel Thunder the wildcat trainer en route (pages 7 & 8), adds a teaser to the plot.
Not only is the good captain missing, but so is Bobby Thompson's dog, "Skippy". So down into Black Hollow go our three intrepid sleuths. I kept track of the number of trips made down into the dark bowels of Black Hollow : First : chapter 2 Second : chapters 3 & 4 Third : chapters 7 - 9 Fourth : chapters 13 & 14 Fifth : chapters 17 & 18 Sixth : chapters 18 & 19 I divided the story into two parts : those in or at the edge of Black Hollow and those parts elsewhere (like stranded in their underwear at the outskirts of town). When down in the hollow, one feels like they are detached from the real world and entered into a realm bordering on fantasy. At least I do. I mean there is even a wildcat on the loose and a wild boy. Shades of Bomba!
The only mention of The Hardys' previous cases is when Joe mentions "The Desert Giant Mystery" (page 17). Getting off topic for a moment, I remember buying that book at the local 5 & 10 store, crossing the square to a place where one could race motorized model cars, and sat in one of the chairs provided for those who like to watch such goings on (like me). I stayed the entire afternoon, hardly lifting my engrossed head, and read the entire book. It is one of those memories that I have carried and wish I could somehow recapture the magic of such moments. Alas ... The various screams heard within Black Hollow bear some scrutiny. They are heard in variation on pages 19, 116, and 138 (maybe once or twice more). Some are said to be barn owls, screech owls, witches, wildcats, or human. As it turns out, the smugglers were utilizing the scream or wail of the two owls as signals, in their smuggling operation. There was a scream of a puma (not really wild, but sold to Walter Donner by his brother Bill, the wildcat trainer). It was too vicious for the carnival act. Bill Donner calls himself Colonel Bill Thunder. When Frank and Joe realize that "donner" was the German word for "thunder", and saw that both Bill and Walter looked identical, they put two and two together and deduced they were brothers (page 90). I guess when I was 8 years old that kind of deductive reasoning struck me as pretty inventive. I'm afraid that at the ripe old age of 45, I think it excessively silly. That along with overhearing Walter Donner and the shifty-eyed lawyer, Wyckoff Webber talk about "attending to the boys" (page 114) and wondering if they were the boys being discussed. Those two incidents are the only negatives I saw in this book. In retrospect, that's a drop in the bucket, but I thought worth bringing up. I didn't want you all to think that everything is rosy to me. I do have a discerning eye .
I was surprised that it was Joe who figures out that the Witch of Black Hollow legend was being revived for nefarious reasons (page 37). Usually Frank is the brains of this tandem. One of the most horrifying scenes from this book is when The Hardys believe Chet is dead (pages 167 & 168), in a car crash on the edge of Black Hollow. The calamitous reactions to this news is starkly evidenced on their faces and in their minds. I disagree with Joe's remark that the Barn Owl is the natural enemy of puppies (page 57). While it is certainly capable of making a meal from small pets or puppies, I don't believe they are a part of its steady diet. That minor disagreement is more than made up with the follow-up discussion of the differences between Barn and Screech Owls. Very informative. On page 126 Frank retrieves "a bill" from its hiding place in the car, to be utilized in an emergency. This certainly was, as Captain McGuire's cabin had just burned down and the 3 youths had barely escaped with their lives. This "bill" was used to procure new clothes and lasted them until the end of the adventure. Wyckoff Webber set the fire by the way. I was wondering exactly what denomination that "bill" was. Captain McGuire finally appears on page 159. The title is used on page 162 and Fenton Hardy puts in his inevitable appearance on page 174. In typical Hardy fashion, the two cases are solved as one and all questions are answered. Even the puma is saved from destruction! The wild boy gets a chance at a normal life and Bobby gets Skippy back. I hope Elizabeth Donner doesn't put up too much of a fight about that. Oh yeah, I hope Captain McGuire had fire insurance! On a scale of one to ten, with ten being the best, I rate The Clue of the Screeching Owl a rock solid 8.5! What do you think?
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Copyright Chris McGee
A loud ring of the doorbell startled the Hardy boys as they sat watching a TV mystery.
"I wonder who that man is, Frank," whispered blond Joe Hardy, peering curiously from a second-floor window of their home. "He looks worried."
When Frank Hardy answered the doorbell that morning, he had no idea that its shrill ringing was a summons to excitement, adventure, and peril.
"Telegram for Frank and Joe Hardy!" The messenger gave an envelope to the seventeen-year-old, blond haired boy who answered the door at the Hardysí home in Bayport.
"Extra! Extra! ĎBayport Faces Water Shortageí! Read all-l about-t it!"
"Why, whatís the matter, Frank?" exclaimed Joe Hardy as his elder brother suddenly stopped walking and began to search his pockets frantically.
"What an odd letter!" exclaimed Frank Hardy, running a hand through his dark hair. "I wonder what the man wants."
"What do you mean, we canít go swimming?" asked Joe Hardy.
The shrill ringing of the Hardy telephone greeted Frank and Joe.
The telephone in the Hardy home rang sharply as the clock struck four.
"I want to speak to Frank and Joe Hardy at once," said an excited voice on the telephone. "Itís urgent."
"Frank, come here!" Joe Hardy called excitedly to his brother.
"Joe, how soon will you be ready to roll?"
A Sleuthing Trip
"Too bad we lost so much time fixing that flat, Joe. Dad wanted us home in a hurry to start work on a case."
"Wonder what mystery Dadís working on now?" Joe Hardy asked.
"After the help we gave dad on that forgery case I guess heíll begin to think we could be detectives when we grow up."
Frank and Joe Hardy followed their father into the law office of Otis Weaver, a Bayport attorney.
"Dad, why did you want us fellows here for a meeting tonight?" asked blond, seventeen-year-old Joe Hardy.
"Boys, Iím on a new case and Iíve run into a problem," Fenton Hardy said.
"Do you boys feel up to tackling a counterfeit ring case?" Detective Fenton Hardy asked his sons.
Joe Hardy studied the photograph in his hand and frowned, then burst out laughing.
"How would you boys like to fly to Iceland?" Mr. Hardy asked his sons.
"What an assignment! And from our own Dad!"
"So you boys want to help me on another case?" Fenton Hardy, internationally known detective, smiled at his teenage sons.
"You certainly ought to have a dandy trip."
Frank Hardy turned the controls of a stereo set. "Iíll see if I can find some country music, Joe," he said to his brother.
As the giant jet hissed toward London, Joe Hardy looked out the window at the flaming sunrise.
"Thereís one thing I will say for Mexican history," said Frank Hardy as he put aside the book he was reading, "it isnít dull."
"Can you tell a Greek by looking at him?" asked Joe Hardy.
"Donít kid me, fellows," chubby Chet Morton said.
"Letís see if you can get us down in one piece, Frank!"
"Donít forget, Frank, any treasure we find will be divided fifty-fifty!" Blond, seventeen-year-old Joe Hardy grinned.
Trapped at Sea
Skating against the stiff evening wind, Frank and Joe Hardy streaked across the frozen surface of Willow River toward Woodson Academy.
The Sleuth roared toward Barmet Bay as fast as its propeller could churn the sullen sea.
"When do you think this mysterious visitor is going to show up?" Chet Morton asked impatiently.
"Look! A periscope!" Joe Hardy shouted.
"Joe, look out! That launch will hit you!" shouted Frank Hardy.
"Better head for shore, Frank! Itís blowing up a gale!"
The Unseen Enemy
"Itís certainly great to have an airport so close to Barmet Bay," said Frank Hardy.
"The invention of the age!" proclaimed Chet Morton.
"Do you see what I see?" Joe Hardy asked his brother.
Loud explosions, like a fusillade of gunfire, echoed through the quiet streets of Bayport.
Frank and Joe Hardy clutched the grips of their motorcycles and stared in horror at the oncoming car. It was careening from side to side on the narrow road.
"How can the hand be quicker than the eye?" asked Chet Morton.
A Startling Deduction
"It certainly is a mystery how those autos disappeared," said Frank Hardy.
"Itís a mystery to me," said Joe Hardy.
The Hardy boysí convertible, heading for the open country, whizzed past a road sign inscribed Bayport City Limits.
"STOP!" Eighteen-year-old Frank Hardy jammed on the car breaks.
"Wow! That fellow sure was in a hurry to get past us!" exclaimed Joe Hardy.
"Somebodyís going to get hurt!" Frank Hardy exclaimed.
"Hey, Frank! Isnít that the black car Dad told us to watch for?" exclaimed Joe Hardy.
Roundup and Treasure
"Checkmate!" said Frank Hardy as he glanced across the chessboard at his brother Joe.
"Ouch! Have a heart!"
"Summer vacation!" Chet Morton exclaimed. "No more school until September."
It was late Sunday morning.
"What a reward!" Joe Hardy exclaimed. "You mean we can stay at Cabin Island over the winter vacation?"
"Iím glad there is peace and quiet in the air this morning,"
said Mrs. Hardy, stirring her coffee.
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