The Lazarus Plot (Hardy Boys Casefiles, Case 4)
Franklin W. Dixon
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Camped out in the Maine woods, the Hardy boys get a real jolt when they glimpse Joe's old girlfriend, Iola Morton. Can it really be the same girl who was blown to bits before their eyes by a terrorist bomb? Frantically searching for her, Frank and Joe are trapped in the lair of this most diabolical team of scientists ever assembled.
shovel. The dirt that soon would be shoveled back over him. Then both Hardy boys heard the words they were dreading. "Okay, boys, you've dug enough," said Jacques, motioning with his rifle for them to stop. “I thought graves were supposed to be at least six feet deep," said Frank. "This one is barely up to my waist." "Still stalling for time, I see," said Henri. "Well, we don't have any more time to waste. We have to cut out of here for Quebec quickly, the minute we're finished with you. And
to town and see if we can rent a car there," said Frank. "Good thing Henri and Jacques had wallets stuffed with cash. I guess the Assassins don't believe 'in credit cards." Frank started jogging down the road. "Come on. It can't be more than a six-mile run." Joe jogged beside him, matching him step for step, even though Frank kept pushing up the pace. "Aren't you glad now I made you go on all those training runs with me last winter?" Frank asked his brother. "Give me sprinting any time,"
me," he said. "I've got all your moves and all your speed. But maybe they've programmed a few tricks into me that you don't have. This is going to be a real interesting fight.” Meanwhile, Frank and Frank II were circling each other, feinting, trying to find or force a chink in the other's defenses. Finally Frank lashed out with his foot in a kick that his teacher would have applauded, only to be caught easily by Frank II and thrown to the ground. But when Frank II tried to follow up his
wallets from their doubles, which made travel much easier. They took a plane from Washington to Boston. There they rented a car for an after-midnight drive to Maine. The sun was just clearing the horizon when they pulled up in front of the general store where they had bought their shovels, and then the Buick Roadmaster. As before, the proprietor was up early, sitting in his rocking chair, sipping coffee. As soon as he saw them, he said, "Now, if it's about that Buick, I didn't make any
Joe defiantly. "Joe's right," Frank said, and added with calm logic, "You blew whatever chance you had of making use of us when you told us you're going to kill us anyway. Bad move." The voice, however, did not sound disturbed by the Hardy boys' resistance. In fact, it seemed to be enjoying its cat and mouse game. "Let me assure you, Frank, there are far more painful things than death-things that can make death seem sweet. And let me inform you, Joe, that there are far swifter and more