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in world history. It looked like a beautiful city,” Joe said, probing for information.
    â€œI wouldn’t know—I’ve never been there,” Jons said. “A fella I served with knew the owners of the company that makes the soap. He had them send me a box of it.”
    â€œThat’s funny,” Frank said innocently. “Joe wassure he saw two pet carriers in your cabin that had tags on them from the airport in Kiev.”
    â€œWhat were you doing in Mr. Jons’s cabin?” Craven asked calmly, though his face was turning red.
    â€œThe pet carriers are mine,” Jons explained. “I flew up to New York with my own dog last week; maybe those are the tags you saw.”
    â€œWhy did you take two dog carriers?” Frank pressed.
    â€œThat’s enough, Frank,” Craven warned.
    â€œNo, let’s clear this up,” Jons said. “I went to New York to see a friend who had Doberman puppies, but I decided not to buy one.”
    â€œI saw Kiev airport tags on them,” Joe insisted.
    â€œWell, let’s have a look,” Jons said. “I was taking them to the church thrift store, so they’re in the back of the truck.” Jons removed a plastic tarp, revealing the two pet carriers in the bed of his pickup.
    Joe grabbed the tags. “See, it’s for—” Joe halted as he saw the LGA on the tag.
    â€œLGA for La Guardia Airport, New York,” Craven said, glaring at Joe. “Do you have anything you’d like to say?”
    â€œSomeone switched them,” Joe protested.
    â€œMr. Craven, we heard the two huskies barking inside Mr. Jons’s cabin not fifteen minutes ago,” Frank said, jumping to his brother’s defense.
    â€œI can’t imagine what they’re talking about,” Jons said, shrugging.
    â€œYou have to believe us, Mr. Craven,” Joe pleaded.
    â€œMr. Jons, I hate to bother you,” Craven said, “but would you mind showing these boys there are no huskies hiding in your cabin?”
    Jons shifted his weight and ran his fingers through his hair. “You’re going to believe these teenagers over me?”
    â€œI’m not saying that,” Craven said. “We’re just very eager to find those dogs.”
    Jons suddenly smiled. “Would these be the dogs you’re talking about?”
    The Hardys turned around and both their mouths dropped open in stunned surprise. A tall, lean man with a drawn face and a sheriff’s uniform was walking toward them, escorting Rob Daniels in handcuffs. A deputy had two gray Siberian huskies muzzled and on leashes.
    â€œI found your burglar, Mr. Craven,” the sheriff said. “Rob Daniels here has made a full confession.”

9 A Surprise Confession
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    â€œWhat did you say?” Frank asked, unable to believe his ears.
    â€œConfessed to what?” Joe added.
    â€œBreaking and entering and stealing property with the help of these two husky dogs,” the sheriff replied.
    Daniels stood silent and stone faced.
    â€œThank you for tracking him down, Sheriff Lyle,” Craven said.
    Lyle arched an eyebrow and looked at Daniels. “I didn’t track him down. Mr. Daniels walked up to us near the old asylum with these two dogs. He gave himself up.”
    â€œThese aren’t Mr. Daniels’s dogs,” Frank protested.
    â€œYes, they are,” Daniels insisted. “They’re straysI found a few months ago. I’ve been keeping them up at the old asylum.”
    â€œWhy did you do this, Mr. Daniels?” Craven asked.
    â€œI needed money,” Daniels said in a flat voice.
    â€œYou are going to need money,” Lyle growled. “You have four hundred and seventy-five dollars in parking tickets and penalty fees.”
    â€œReach into my front right pocket,” Daniels said.
    Sheriff Lyle pulled out a large roll of cash from Daniels’s pocket.
    â€œI can’t accept stolen money,”