The Mystery of the Flying Express (Hardy Boys, Book 20)
Franklin W. Dixon
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A sleek new hydrofoil is scheduled to start ferrying passengers between Bayport and Cape Cutlass. But business enemies of the hydrofoil owner have stirred up a hornets’ nest of violent opposition among small boat owners. Fearing sabotage, he begs Frank and Joe Hardy to guard the Flying Express on her maiden trip. Startling developments plunge the teenage detectives into a dangerous chase by sea, air, and land in pursuit of a gang of hardened criminals who operate by the signs of the Zodiac. Tension mounts when the Flying Express vanishes – and so does Sam Radley, Mr. Hardy’s skilled operative. Peril stalks Frank and Joe’s every moves as they hunt down the terrifying gangleader Zodiac Zig and his vicious henchmen.
young thieves who run in a wolf pack along the coast.” “Dad, that may be the cue for us!” Frank exclaimed. “Skee doesn’t know we’re on to him, and he’ll probably turn up with another foghorn. As far as he knows, Joe is still his customer.” “If we nab him red-handed,” Joe added, “we should be able to break up the wolf pack! And if by any chance Skee’s tied in with that gang you’re after, we may hit a double jackpot.” “And possibly find Henry Chassen,” Frank said. One of the policemen nodded.
split image in Frank’s brain finally converged, and the blur changed to a vision of a plush office. Joe, sprawled beside him on a sofa, also was regaining consciousness. Frank blinked at the oak-paneled walls and deep-piled carpet underfoot. Across from them, behind a kidney-shaped desk, sat Big Malarky. Joe immediately became fully alert. He glanced at Frank and then at the building tycoon. “Wh-what happened?” he asked, gingerly touching the back of his head. “You were kayoed by a couple of
for the compliment. But after all, I had one advantage, Joe. I’m the only one who saw Nepo close up in his disguise. Shall we report him to the police?” “No, not yet,” Frank said. “Nepo thinks he has us fooled, which gives us a chance to fool him. Joe and I’ll visit his shop tomorrow, and add a few loaded questions to the chatter about cameras.” Nepo’s place was shut tight when they got there. A heavy green shade covered the glass panel of the front door and a large sign dangled by a wire cord.
was beginning to weaken! He started to slide down the foil toward the water! In a moment he would be caught in the propeller ! Frantically he glanced up, and with hazy vision was amazed to see a girl looking down. Spotting Frank half in the water, she froze momentarily, then shouted for help. “Man overboard! Man overboard!” Joe had gone to the stern to join Frank. He had just climbed to the rear deck when he heard the warning cry. Instinctively he knew that Frank was in trouble and rushed to
as they were hired, keep them tanked up with gas, rent fishing rods and nets, and service the skippers who moored there. “Quite a responsible position,” Chet boasted to his friends. “Hardly a sailor will be able to make it out into the bay without my expertise!” A1 Hinkley corrected him mildly. “Not quite, Chet. We have strong competition. Still, I do run a profitable business here, and I want to stay in business. So be careful about counting the boats every day. I can’t afford to lose any.”