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Joe was pointing down the long hallway. Costello's back was just visible as the director of admissions turned the corner toward the stairwell. "There they are!" Joe yelled.
With that, Joe took off at a run after them. Frank followed closely behind. Their chase led them up the stairs, past the performers in the backstage area, and into the arena. The seats were beginning to fill up with people. The audience stared at the Hardys as they chased Costello and Nash across the ring.
"What are they doing?" Frank asked, watching as Costello and Nash separated and climbed the ladders that led to the trapeze swings.
"I don't know, but I'm going after them," Joe cried. He raced to the ladder on one side of the ring. "Take the other one," he cried to Frank.
Frank didn't take time to think about what he was about to do. He rushed to the ladder and started climbing it, trying not to think about the fact that he was climbing thirty feet off the ground. When he remembered the safety net, he felt better.
Nash was a few feet ahead of him on the ladder. Frank reached out to grab the man's ankle, but Nash yanked his leg free and kept climbing.
Frank took a moment to look for Joe. His brother was following Costello up the other ladder, but Costello had a good lead. The director of admissions was nearly to the top. Frank saw another, smaller ladder extending up from the platform onto a catwalk that held the lights and ran around the ceiling of the arena.
"Stop him!" Frank cried to Joe. "He's going to get away!"
Chapter 16
High-Wire High Jinks
Joe heard his brother's warning and craned his neck up the ladder. He saw Costello move along the platform toward the smaller ladder that led to the catwalk.
Joe gripped the ladder and took the rungs three at a time. In a flash, he was up at the top and had grabbed onto Costello's leg. The man tried to pull it free, but Joe kept his hold tight,
"I give up!" Costello cried. "You've got me. I give up."
Joe came down the small ladder onto the platform. "Easy does it," he warned. "Or we're both going to fall."
"Don't worry," Costello said, "I'm ready to come down."
Joe felt a wave of relief as he started down the ladder. He looked up, expecting to see Costello following him. But instead he saw Costello smiling down at him. “That was a great escape," he said. "You kids are tougher than I thought."
Joe kept his eyes on Costello. He wasn't going to let himself be tricked again. "You're coming down with me," Joe warned. "Let's go. And no funny business."
Costello laughed. "Of course not."
Joe waited for the director of admissions to start down the ladder. Without warning, though, Costello turned and grabbed a trapeze swing and unhooked it from the platform. Before Joe could react, the man had stepped off the platform and was swept away on the trapeze.
Joe climbed back up to the platform and surveyed the situation. Costello was swinging back and forth between the trapeze platforms. Across the way on the other ladder, Joe could see Frank struggling with Carl Nash, trying to prevent the man from escaping onto the catwalk on that side. His brother couldn't help Joe out now. There was only one choice—take the other trapeze swing and go!
Joe grabbed the swing from where it was hooked up next to him, took a deep breath, tried not to look down, and swung off the platform.
Before Joe knew it, he was flying through the air in a long, breathtaking arch. The ground swelled away from him, up and back, up and back. He kept his grip firm on the trapeze swing and timed the motion. Next to him, Costello was still swinging back and forth, timing his swings so that they would miss Joe.
Joe lashed out with his legs, trying to catch Costello as he swung by, but the move failed. Instead of stopping Costello, Joe just made his trapeze swing wildly. He almost lost control of the trapeze, but he straightened out his legs at the last minute and regained his balance.
But Costello used that time to let himself land back on the same platform from which he'd jumped. There wasn't any time to waste. Joe had to get back there, too. There was just one problem: Joe still had his back to the platform. He was going to have to turn around!
Trying to remember a move he'd seen the night before, Joe held his breath and said to himself, "Here goes nothing." With that, he let go of the swing with one hand.
Joe heard the unmistakable sound of the crowd below drawing in a long breath. For a split-second he was airborne, then he swiftly twisted himself around and caught the trapeze swing with the other hand. He did it!
Without wasting another second, Joe landed squarely on the trapeze platform. Bo Costello was waiting for him. As soon as Joe felt the platform under his feet, he also felt Costello's fist meet his jaw.
The blow made Joe lose his balance, but at the last second, he caught the ladder with his right hand. In the same movement, Joe lashed out with his left leg, catching Costello right in the stomach.
The director of admissions let out a low groan. Joe looked on in disbelief as Costello stumbled on the platform, lost his balance, and finally fell thirty feet down into the safety net.
"One down, one to go," Joe muttered under his breath.
Across the way, on the other platform, Frank was fighting Carl Nash. The two were trading punches, and Frank seemed to be subduing the trapeze student. But then Joe saw Nash give Frank a punch in the stomach that made him fall to his knees.
"Here we go again," Joe said, grabbing onto the trapeze swing. He took off and felt himself flying through the air yet again. "I'm getting pretty good at this," Joe said to himself. He heard the roar of the crowd in the bleachers below him as he went sailing through the air.
A second later, Joe had landed square on the platform across the way. Over his head, he saw Frank climbing up the small ladder after Nash. "Keep cool," Joe shouted to his brother. "I'm coming up."
But soon Joe realized Frank didn't need his help. Just as he reached the ladder, Joe saw Carl Nash come flying down in front of his eyes—and right into the safety net next to his partner in crime, Bo Costello. The two men were caught at last.
It was early evening, and Frank and Joe were in Dean Turner's office. They had just finished filling in the dean, Georgianne, and Justine on what Costello had been up to.
"I simply cannot believe that a man like Bo Costello, someone with his history of devotion and commitment to the circus, would stoop so low," Dean Turner said, shaking his head sadly. "After such a brilliant career."
"Believe it, Paul," Georgianne Unger said, "and be glad these guys figured it out."
"What's really sad is that Costello was using Nash, a really promising circus performer, to further his scheme," Joe said.
Justine sighed deeply and shook her head. "I can't believe I trusted him," was all she could say.
"I just hope the police manage to find Ralph Rosen," Chet offered. "I'd hate to see that guy get away."
Frank rubbed his eyes. "They'll find him," he said with assurance. "He can't get too far in a Montero Brothers Circus van. And they'll find the other circus performers who were helping Costello out with his scheme, too. All the evidence is right there in Costello's office."
"How'd he manage to do it?" Turner said, confused.
"Costello made contacts with jewel thieves all across the country. It wasn't hard to convince them that the circus would make a great cover for smuggling—all those places to hide gems, easy contact,-plus his connection to former students in circuses all over the country."
"And the students went along with it?" Georgianne asked.
"Costello convinced them that the money involved was a lot better than what they'd make just working for the circus," Frank said. "And don't forget, he picked his people very carefully."
"People like Carl Nash," Chet said sadly.
"But why did he need to use his former students?" Turner asked.
"It gave him a larger circle of smugglers to work with," Joe explained. "Rosen was only one of his operatives."
"Why didn't Costello make contact with Rosen himself this time?" Justine asked. "Why did he have to use Carl?"
"My guess is that Costello was using this time to train Nash, who was graduating this year," Frank said. "He wanted to make sure Nash could do it."