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"Any identification?" the inspector queried.
"Not even a driver's license. Only thing that might help is this tattoo." The
detective pulled up the prisoner's sleeve to show a pineapple tattoo on his left
forearm.
"Hmm. It's not much to go on," the inspector said, "but check the files.
Anything else?"
"Yes, sir. This prisoner was carrying these in his pocket, together with a
ticket to Mexico."
With a baffled look, the detective held up a pair of doll's glass eyes!
Instantly the Hardys realized they were just like the dummy's eyes which had
contained uncut diamonds!
CHAPTER VIII
Spanish Code
FRANK and Joe were excited. Here was a definite clue that tied the Eastern City
holdup men to the Hugo dummy racket!
"I'd like to speak to you privately," Frank said to the police inspector. "And
bring the doll's eyes along, please."
When they were alone in a rear office, Frank declared, "These doll's eyes prove
the man you're holding and his gang are mixed up in the case Dad's working on!"
"And what about the boxes of Variotrycin in the brief case?" Joe asked.
Inspector Moon looked thoughtfully at both boys and said that he would follow
through on this angle in a few minutes, then he held up the doll's eyes to the
light.
"No diamonds here," he announced. "These eyes are empty. But we still have
plenty to hold Mr. Pineapple on. Maybe he'll change his mind later about
talking."
Inspector Moon asked the boys to wait while he tried to find out about the
Variotrycin. He telephoned first to Watkins Pharmacy. The boys could hear both
sides of the conversation.
"That stuff's pretty new," Mr. Watkins told the inspector, "and very expensive.
Far as I know, the Lexo Drug people that make it won't be supplying it in
quantity until they can lower the price."
"Where is Lexo Drug?"
Mr. Watkins said the company had a plant in Hartsburg. "If you have a
prescription, I could put in a special order—"
"No, thanks," the inspector interrupted.
Hartsburg was less than a hundred miles from Bayport. Inspector Moon then placed
a long-distance call to the company.
"I'd like to speak to the plant manager," he told the switchboard girl.
A man's gruff voice came on the line. "McCardle speaking."
Inspector Moon introduced himself and said, "I'm calling to find out if any
shipments of Variotrycin have been stolen recently."
The plant manager asked with a sharp note of interest, "Who did you say you
were?"
"Inspector Moon of the Eastern City Police Department."
Mr. McCardle cleared his throat, then said that a special messenger carrying a
consignment of their new product had been attacked and robbed late the day
before.
"Where?"
"Not far from here."