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walked in, Mr. Bivven was relating the details of the holdup to the officers.
"These are the boys," he said, nodding at Frank and Joe.
"Any luck tracing the thieves?" one of the officers asked.
Frank shook his head glumly. "We couldn't even get their license number."
He gave a detailed description of the green sedan, and also reported the general
route which the thieves had taken.
"I'll put it on the radio right away," said the other policeman. "There's still
a chance we can stop 'em before they get out of town." He hurried outside to the
squad car.
The other officer took down the names and addresses of everyone involved, then
left the shop.
"Too bad, Chet," Joe sympathized. "Looks as if you're out of luck for a dummy
today."
"You're telling me," the young ventriloquist answered gloomily.
"Don't be too sure of that," put in Mr. Bivven with a grin.
"Huh?" Chet's eyes popped. "What do you mean?"
"I mean there might just be another Hugo back in the storeroom. Dummies have
been selling quickly, but while I was talking to those officers, I suddenly
remembered tucking another box up on the top shelf. But don't get your hopes too
high till I make sure."
Chet waited in eager suspense. A few moments later Mr. Bivven reappeared,
beaming triumphantly. "Yes! Got one right here."
"Hot ziggety!" Chet pounced on the box in delight, ripping off the cover. As he
pulled out the dummy, both Frank and Joe gave a yelp of excitement.
This one wore a purple turban!
"My stars!" Mr. Bivven chuckled, "Seems like you two are just as het-up as your
friend here about finding this extra Hugo. But I reckon that's only natural,
seeing as how you took your lives in your hands trying to save the other one."
Frank and Joe merely smiled and made no effort to explain their jubilation. But
the same thought was passing through both their minds. Could this be the "Hugo
purple turban" referred to in their father's message? And had the two men made
off with the wrong dummy?
Meanwhile, Chet was putting the new Hugo through its paces. "Boy, this is for
me!" he gloated. "I'll work with it at home this evening!"
As the proprietor wrote out the sales check, Joe examined the dummy but could
find nothing unusual about it. Frank again glanced at the instruction sheet.
This one was also printed in the same three languages.
Suddenly Frank's eyes narrowed. "That's funny," he muttered under his breath.
"What's funny?" Joe asked.
"These directions. The ones in French and English are the same as those which
came with the other dummy. But the directions in Spanish are different,"
Both boys could read French and Spanish.
"You're sure?" Joe asked.
"Positive." After Mr. Bivven finished writing out the sales check and tore off a
copy for Chet, Frank asked the man, "Does any other store in Bayport sell the
Hugo dummies?"
"You'd like one too, eh?" The proprietor smiled. "Well, now, let me think." He
paused and scratched his chin. "Might try Hanade's over on Bay Street."
"Hanade's?"
"That's right. Nice elderly Japanese. Runs a puppet-repair shop, and handles all