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cheap-looking pinstriped suit.
"We're taking you to police headquarters," Joe told him.
The sullen man shifted uneasily, but kept quiet as the group headed for the taxi
stand.
"By the way, fellows," said Tony, "would you mind telling me what this is all
about?"
Frank gave him a quick account of the phony detective and the unexpected attack.
"Thanks for coming to our rescue. You really saved the day!"
"Ditto!" put in Joe. "If it hadn't been for you, we wouldn't have this prisoner.
By the way, Tony, you'd better go tell Jack Wayne what happened. We'll be back
soon."
"Okay," Tony agreed. "But don't let buster boy here pull any more fast ones!"
As he headed back to the hangar, Frank and Joe hustled their prisoner into one
of the waiting taxis.
"Police headquarters," Frank directed the driver.
A few minutes later the taxi pulled up in front of the brick building.
The sergeant in charge led the Hardys and their prisoner into the office of
Inspector Moon, a friend of Fenton Hardy. He greeted the boys warmly, then said
to a detective, "Take this man into the interrogation room and get the facts."
Inspector Moon turned back to Frank and Joe. "Now give me the whole story."
The boys related everything that had happened at the airport terminal, including
the way Shanley had led them into an ambush and then stolen the leather case.
"What did Shanley look like?" the officer asked, As Frank gave a description of
the man, the inspector frowned and shook his head. "That wasn't Shanley."
"He was impersonating him, you mean?" Frank asked. "We saw his detective's
license."
"Sure, they were the real Shanley's all right, His house was broken into last
night and all his credentials stolen," the inspector explained.
Frank and Joe asked to read the report of the robbery, but found no clues of
interest. In answer to Inspector Moon's questions, they explained that they were
helping their father on a case and described their brush with Hugo and Abdul at
the wooded site.
"I'll put out a call for them right away," Inspector Moon said. He picked up his
phone and ordered that an alarm be sent to all radio cars.
"One thing I don't understand is why that Latin American fellow at the airport
slipped me the gloves and key," said Joe, after the officer hung up. "Couldn't
he tell just by looking at me that I wasn't the right guy?"
"Maybe you do look like the right guy," Inspector Moon pointed out.
"Wow! I never thought of that!"
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Frank, suddenly grinned. "Good night!
My brother looking like some underworld character!" Then he sobered. "If this is
some kind of a racket — like a theft ring for passing stolen goods—we now have a
good description of one of the members."
"Right," the inspector agreed. "I'll pass the word around for the men to be on
the lookout for a fellow answering Joe's description."
"But of the criminal type, please," Joe pleaded.
Just then the door of the interrogation room opened, and the plainclothesman
came out with the prisoner.
"Learn anything?" Inspector Moon asked the detective.
"No," he replied, "He won't even tell us his name."