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dummy's big head."
"That's it!" Joe exclaimed. "The instructions might point out that the diamonds
were secreted in the dummy's head! And the N could stand for north, which is the
position the dummy's eyes are located on its face."
Excited, the boys warmed up their short-wave radio and beamed out a call over
the Hardys' special frequency. After several minutes Mr. Hardy answered.
"Fenton to Bayport. Can you read me?"
"Sure can, Dad!" Joe replied into the mike. "We have some important news for
you!"
"Better not tell it now," Mr. Hardy warned hastily. "Someone may be listening!"
"Then tell us where to reach you and we'll send it in code by airmail," Joe told
his father.
"I have a better idea, son. Suppose you and Frank fly down here to Puerto Rico
and join me. I can use your help. Call Jack Wayne right away and make the
arrangements."
Chet and Tony had listened to the invitation with envy. "Ask your dad if he can
use us," said Chet. "We could be a big help!"
"It sure would be a lot of fun," Joe agreed.
"It's okay. Bring your pals along." Mr. Hardy chuckled, having heard the whole
conversation.
At once Chet and Tony dashed to the hall phone to call their parents. First Chet
received permission to take a vacation from his summer work on the farm, then
Tony's father agreed to give him time off.
The boys were jubilantly talking over their plans when the telephone rang
sharply. It was Inspector Moon calling from Eastern City.
"I have some bad news," he told Joe, who answered. "That prisoner you and your
brother captured this morning has just escaped by overpowering a guard."
"Escaped!" Joe echoed.
"I thought I'd better warn you two," the officer said.
"Thanks, Inspector. We'll be on our guard."
Frank was gravely alarmed when he learned of the escape. "Now we're in real
trouble," he pointed out. "That man will pass along word to the gang that we
have valuable information and they may try to harm us!"
"Good night!" Joe exclaimed. "If they come here while we're gone, Mother and
Aunt Gertrude will be in danger!"
"We'd better call Sam Radley and ask him to guard the house," Frank decided.
Mr. Hardy's operative readily agreed not only to stand guard himself at night,
but to provide around-the-clock protection for the Hardy home.
A call to Jack Wayne brought the promise that Mr. Hardy's new six-seater cabin
plane would be fueled and ready for take-off at six the next morning.
"I'll be there at five to have everything in order," the pilot promised.
At dawn the brothers bounced out of bed, showered, dressed hastily, and had a
quick breakfast.
"Now take your time and chew your food properly," Aunt Gertrude told them
tartly. "I doubt that the island of Puerto Rico will sink out of sight if you
don't get there in the next few hours!"
After good-bys and warnings to be careful, the boys flung their suitcases into
the convertible and drove off. They picked up Chet and Tony, then set off for
the airport.
It was a few minutes before six, and shreds of morning mist still clung to the