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"And Nash helped Costello with the sabotage, too," Joe said. "The gunpowder in the cannon was his doing. And sawing through the stilts, too."
"And Nash was the guy who broke into my brother's room to steal Rosen's ball," Frank said. "It looks as if he also helped Costello sabotage the clown makeup and let the tiger loose from his cage."
"What about that accident on the trapeze?" Justine asked.
"That was a smoke screen so Joe and I wouldn't suspect Carl," Frank said. "Costello planned it. He knew Nash wouldn't really get hurt."
"I can't believe Bo did all this just so he could make me look incompetent," Turner said, his voice rising in anger.
"He wanted you out of the way," Joe added. "He was sure that the so-called accidents would make the trustees fire you and put him in your place as dean."
"Then he'd have even more freedom to travel and train his people," Frank went on. "He had it all worked out."
"What about the message?" Turner wanted to know. "Was that really instructions to Costello about the next drops that were going to take place?"
Joe ran his hands through his hair. "It looks like it. Rosen was the middleman between Costello and his contacts. Rosen would get the information from a thief about when and where a jewel would be ready to be smuggled. Then Rosen would pass that information to Costello, who would set up one of his former students to pick up the gem. Then the student turned the gem over to Costello, who would fence it."
"The process ensured that no one had the gems for too long," Frank said. "So that no one person could be pinpointed as the smuggler."
"When Rosen disappeared two nights ago," Joe added, "he'd gone to get the diamond that he was planning to smuggle to Nash."
"Costello admitted that he handled everything out of Circus U.," Frank said. "But he never had to have contact with the thieves himself. That way, he was protected in case something went wrong. He thought that all those messages would prevent him from being connected too closely to the smuggling ring."
"Pretty clever," Chet said softly.
"Well, I'm just glad the whole thing is over." Dean Turner took his glasses off and wiped them gently with his handkerchief. "Now we can all look forward to the rest of the Montero Brothers Circus tour. And Circus U. can return to its normal business—training top-notch circus performers, not crooks and thieves."
Georgianne gave Turner a slow smile. "With me as director of admissions, you can be sure I'll accept only the most honest, dedicated students."
"Not like Bo Costello," Chet countered.
"Right," Georgianne said.
"People like Chet Morton, for example?" Joe asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Possibly," she said with a small smile. "We'll have to wait and see how the rest of his classes go and his performance Friday night."
Justine laughed out loud. "I'm sure it will go just fine, now that he can really get down to business."
"Now that Frank and Joe Hardy have solved the crime," Turner said, putting his glasses back on, "I can't thank you boys enough."
Joe smiled, and Frank reached out to shake the dean's hand. "You're welcome," he said.
"I have to thank you guys, too," Chet said with a grin. "Now I can finally get down to some serious clowning!"