The Borgia Dagger

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and change while I call Harley. He loves to swim the morning."
    As Tessa went inside to call, Frank and Joe headed back toward the cottage. They were passing beside the sitting room window when a sharpness in Tessa's voice made them halt in their tracks.
    "Don't be a child, Harley! ... Of course ... I can't believe you're being so jealous. Well, I'm calling you, aren't I?"
    Frank and Joe glanced at each other. "I think we're creating a problem," Frank said.
    Joe nodded, then shrugged his shoulders, could use Harley on our side, but it looks though it's a little late for that. Come on, I'll race you to the changing room." The brothers dashed back to the cottage. "Last one in has to interagate Squinder!" Joe said, already slipping out his clothes.
    But it was Frank who emerged first, running for the diving board. Joe followed behind him in a pair of baggy plaid trunks, trying to pull the drawstring tight.
    Frank ran down the diving board and took a jump. Bouncing down onto the board, he prepared for the dive.
    It was in that split-second he saw the electrical wire on the bottom of the pool. Instantly his eyes followed it to an outdoor socket.
    With every ounce of muscular control he had, he stopped himself from diving and jumped back onto the board. Behind him was the sound of Joe's feet slapping the outdoor tiles. He shouted in a voice so loud he thought his lungs would rip, "Joe! Don't jump!"
    But it was too late. With horror, he watched his brother plunge into the clear blue water.

Chapter 10
    Thhhhhwopp! Still clutching the drawstring on his shorts, Joe did a belly-flop into the pool. That image froze in Frank's mind — it would be the final image he had of his brother.
    "NOOOOOOO!" Feeling more helpless that he had ever felt in his life, Frank let out a cry from the bottom of his soul. It seemed as though his mouth was the only part of his body that could move.
    There were a few seconds of eerie silence as Joe floated to the surface. Frank couldn't hel but turn away from the pool. He had seen some gruesome things in his life, but the sight of his brother's electrocuted body would be too much to bear.
    "What? Too much glare from the water? Come on in!"
    Was it a hallucination? The voice sounded exactly like Joe's. Frank spun around and looked into the pool, as a sheet of water hit him squarely in the face.
    Frank did a double take. There, treading water, was Joe.
    "Don't look so shocked. It was only a belly-flOp!" he called out.
    Frank's face broke into a broad grin. Immediately he ran around to the side and pulled the wire out of the pool—and out of the socket. "Pretty lucky, huh?" Joe called out. "It must be dead."
    "I have a feeling whoever put this here had nothing else in mind," said Frank. Just then Tessa scampered down to the pool a in a bright red and orange-striped one-piece thing suit. "Hey, why didn't you wait for me?" Joe shielded his eyes. "I didn't want to be blinded by the suit before I went in!" "Very funny." Tessa gasped as she saw Frank. Frank, what are you doing with that wire?" "It was in the pool. It must have been put in the night."
    Tessa's face turned white. "By someone who knew I took morning swims." She swallowed and steadied herself against a pool chair, her arms shaking. "I — I can't believe this. " y would anyone want to do this to me?" "Well, we don't know that, Tessa. But we think Squinder may be a major player here." Suddenly Tessa grabbed Frank's hand. "you all right?" she said. "You didn't get a shock or anything, did you?"
    What about me? Joe thought. I'm the one who jumped in.
    "Fortunately, no," Frank said. "Even though it was plugged into that outlet." He pointed the socket by the side of the pool.
    "Aren't you lucky!" Tessa exclaimed with a sigh of relief. "That hasn't worked in, yes, Thank goodness my dad never had it fixed!"
    "I think we'd better take a rain check on the swim," said Frank. "We've got to start tailing Squinder."
    Tessa shook her head. "I just can't believe it. I

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