thought the man had gone crazy!
Mrs. Hardy emitted a cry and Aunt Gertrude screamed, knocking over the half-empty teapot. The liquid spilled on Mr. Hardyâs trousers. The impostor leaped up, grabbed his stylish leather coat, and tried to struggle into it while dashing for the door.
âGet him!â Mr. Hardy cried out. Frank lunged and so did Joe. The leather slipped through their fingers and Kenleigh Scott dashed down the front steps, still struggling to get into his coat.
Joe leaped from the top step, grasped the dangling sleeve, and hung on with bulldog tenacity. Scott whirled around. He struggled free of the garment and ran into the waiting car, the back door of which was open. Wheels skidded in the soft snow for a second; then the vehicle took off like a rocket.
Frank made a mental note of the license number. Then he groaned. âWhere are the police? Why didnât they come in time?â
âFrank, will you tell me what this is all about?â Joe asked. âWhy did Abrams flip his lid?â
âHis name isnât Abrams,â Frank said, as they returned, shivering, into the house. âThat was Kenleigh Scott. We were just about to catch him when I blew it!â
Still shaking from the ordeal, Mrs. Hardy and her sister-in-law were busy cleaning up the mess on the living room floor. They were dazed by their guestâs explosive departure, and when Mr. Hardy explained what had happened, Aunt Gertrude sank onto the sofa.
âA criminal! In our house!â she said weakly. âAnd we served him tea! Oh, dear, he might have murdered us all!â
Frank and Joe pitched in with the cleanup job until a squad car arrived. After the patrolmen were given a description of the getaway car, one of them immediately radioed headquarters. The other units would be on the lookout for it.
The impostor leaped up!
Shortly afterwards headquarters called back. It had been a rental car, signed out by an A. E. Dingo.
âHey, Frank!â Joe exclaimed. âDingo is the name in the Swahili wordbook! Heâs the one that William thought was dangerous!â
âWell, he got away this time,â Frank said. He turned to his father. âIâm sorry, Dad. If we had caught Scott, you might have wound up your case quickly.â
âDonât worry about it, son,â Mr. Hardy replied. âIt doesnât always work out that easily.â
âHave you tried to figure out the double role of Kenleigh Scott in the ticket-mask mysteries?â asked Joe.
âThat has me up a tree,â the detective ruefully admitted. âBut if thereâs an answer, weâll find it!â
Now the Hardy family was settled again after the frightening experience, and Mr. Hardy said, âGertrude, donât wash these dishes.â
âGoodness sakes! Why not? Iâll use double-hot water on that cutthroatâs cup!â
âWait a minute. We need fingerprints,â her brother replied. He assigned Frank to lift prints from the cup handle, the edge of the saucer, and the spoon. Then he examined the fine leather coat that now lay on the sofa.
âLook at the label, boys,â he said. âItâs from Paris.â
âExpensive, no doubt,â Joe said, as he felt thematerial. âKenleigh Scott must have lots of money from his ticket racket.â
âI think itâs kidskin,â the detective went on, jotting down the name of the company. âWeâll send them a cable asking for a list of possible dealers in the United States.â
âI guess itâs a long shot, Dad, but itâs worth trying,â Joe said.
Frank, meanwhile, had lifted two sets of prints from the cup and saucer. One was Aunt Gertrudeâs. The second, they felt sure, belonged to the impostor.
âLetâs take them to Chief Collig,â Joe suggested.
âHow about sending a copy to Interpol?â Frank said. âIf this airline-ticket racket is spread all
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