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"All right. But first let me call Jack Wayne."
Snatching up the phone, Frank dialed Jack's cubbyhole office at the airport.
When the pilot answered, Frank gave him a quick account of their adventures with
Hugo and Abdul. Jack was thunderstruck to learn that the brothers were already
on the trail of "Hugo purple turban."
"Joe and I figure," Frank went on, "that the quickest way to spot the trailer is
from the air. Could you go up and reconnoiter a bit?"
"Sure," Jack replied.
Frank described the hardtop coupe and orange trailer, then hung up and hurried
out to the car with Joe. Twenty minutes later they reached the Morton farmhouse
on the outskirts of Bayport.
The boys ran up to the front door and rang the bell. Two pretty girls answered
the door. One was Chet's dark-haired sister, Iola. The other, a blonde with
sparkling brown eyes, was her chum, Callie Shaw. The two girls often
double-dated Frank and Joe.
"Well! Imagine meeting you two here!" said Iola in pleased surprise.
"You're just in time," Callie said. She held up a puppet dressed like Little Red
Ridinghood. "We were just practicing for a puppet show we're going to give at
the hospital bazaar. You two can help us—"
"Where's Chet?" Joe interrupted.
"Why, out in the barn," said Iola. "But—"
"Come on, Frank!"
Without waiting to explain, Frank and Joe rushed outside and headed around the
side of the barn to the rear. Voices became more audible at every step. Suddenly
both boys pulled up short and stared at each other in amazement.
"Did you hear somebody mention the name Hugo?" Joe whispered breathlessly.
Freezing in their tracks, the Hardys listened intently.
"Well get the Hardys and get 'em good, Hugo!" said a rough voice.
"Yeah," came the chuckling reply. "We'll ambush them tonight!"
CHAPTER III
The Hijacked Dummy
"AMBUSH?" Joe flashed his brother a startled glance.
Frank clenched his fists, "I don't know what's going on back there, but let's
find out!"
With their hearts thumping and their fists ready for trouble, the Hardys dashed
around the corner of the barn, then stopped dead in open-mouthed astonishment.
The only person in sight was Chet Morton, propped up against the back of the
barn,
"Hi, fellows!" he greeted them, lifting his eyebrows in an innocent, deadpan
look. "Expecting someone else?"
"But where are those two men we heard?" Joe asked in surprise.
"You're looking at 'em, pal. Both of 'em!" Chet replied.
To prove this, he switched over to his two "tough guy" voices and uttered a few
more bloodcurdling threats.
"You?" Frank could hardly believe his ears.
"That's right." The stout boy chuckled. "A slight case of ventriloquism,
gentlemen. Learned it from books. Thought it might come in handy helping you
fellows on your cases." He burst into laughter. "Oh, boy, did you two ever fall
for my act—hook, line, and sinker!"
"And that phone call begging for help?" Joe growled. "That was just a trick,