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evidence and clues they’d gathered. By the time they’d finished, they all realized that each of the three had a different theory as to what was happening—and a different suspect.
    â€œFrom everything I’ve heard from the security experts, I’d go with Bergerac,” Fenton concluded.
    â€œWell, I’m not convinced that Montie Roberts is completely innocent,” Frank said. He might not actually be sabotaging the tournament as some people think. But I can’t erase the image of him with Coach Sant’Anna in that locker room.”
    â€œMy vote’s for Victoire,” Joe said. “If CoachSant’Anna didn’t write an M for ‘Montie’ as his clue, then it could be a double V for ‘Victoire.’ That guy really clipped me in the Conciergerie. He wanted my backpack and that tape. The tape itself talks about the stadium and the spectators. They’re probably referring to messing with the stands.”
    â€œWe know that a lot of them wear combat boots, too,” Frank said, nodding. “That guard could have been one of them in a stolen security uniform.”
    â€œWell, whichever one it is,” Fenton cautioned, “we can at least agree that we’re playing with some pretty heavy hitters. I’m counting on you two to watch your backs.”
    â€œWe’ll be very careful,” Frank assured his dad. “And you, too.”
    By the time they finished their meal, it was close to ten o’clock. “I’ve got a tour tomorrow morning—can’t tell you where,” Fenton said. “But the driver’s picking me up at five, so I’m hitting the sack. Remember to be careful.” With that, Fenton left the room.
    â€œSo what next?” Joe asked his brother. “I’m too wired to go to bed now.”
    â€œMe too,” Frank said. “We’re off duty tomorrow from the tournament. So we’ll have all day to chase clues. Tonight let’s see a little of Paris!”
    â€œSounds good,” Joe said. “I’ll call Jacques. He’llknow some cool places to go. We can meet at the computer café by the bookstalls.” Joe gave Jacques a call, and the two boys got ready for their night out.
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    The Hardys arrived at the café first, so they ordered pizza and sodas. When Jacques came in, there was a flurry of recognition. Several customers waved and called to him. A couple in the corner stood and then fell to one knee with bowed heads, as if Jacques were royalty.
    â€œSo you’re pretty famous here, huh?” Joe said to Jacques as he joined them at the table.
    â€œI’ve been known to hack around a little in the past,” Jacques said, chuckling. “I put myself through university by hiring out my computer skills. Now I just use the word processor.” He looked around quickly and leaned in to whisper to the teens. “There’s something I haven’t told you two yet.”
    Jacques spoke in hushed tones. “I’m writing a book,” he confessed. “It’s a real thriller—all about spies and saboteurs. That’s why I’m so hooked on what’s happening at Le Stade. And that’s why I want to hang with you two. You can be models for my spies!”
    â€œCool,” Joe said. He leaned back until his chair rested on the wall.
    â€œSee, we can solve this case together, and then I can use parts of it for my book. You cut me in on everything, and I’ll trade my hacking skills. Anythingyou need to find on a computer, I can probably get for you. We can be a strong team.”
    â€œOkay,” Frank said. “Sounds good.”
    The three toasted their partnership with sodas and downed the pizza. Then Jacques took them on a tour of some of his favorite hangouts. By the time the Hardys arrived back at the apartment, they were really feeling the effects of the long day.
    The two Hardys were in their