uneasily before adding, âNo word yet from Dad, I suppose?â
âNo, indeedâweâve heard nothing so far.â Miss Hardyâs voice reflected her own anxiety. Then she reverted to her usual tart tone, like a top sergeant bracing up recruits. âBut I donât want you boys to worry about him. Do you understand? Just mind your own pâs and qâs, especially in a city as big as New York. The streets are dangerous these days, from all I hear. As for Fenton, he can take care of himself!â
âThanks, Aunty, weâll bear that in mind,â Frank said, comforted in spite of himself by her brisk, no-nonsense manner. âTell Mother weâll be home soon. âBye now.â
He replaced the receiver in its cradle and shook his head in response to Joeâs questioning glance. âShe says they havenât heard from Dad. But weâre to call Sam Radley, which means Iâd better get some more coins.â
After breaking a bill at a drugstore news counter, just off the lobby, Frank returned to the phone with his brother and rang his fatherâs long-time operative.
âHi, Sam. This is Frank,â he said when the detective answered. âAunt Gertrude gave us your message. Got something for us?â
âSure have,â Radley replied. âIâve traced Quinnâs ex-partner, Basil Embrow.â
âNice going. Whatâs the scoop?â
âHeâs now running a business called Embrow Exports in Manhattan. I figured you two might want to check him out while you were there.â
âRight. Weâll do that. Whatâs the address?â
The operative read it over the phone and Frank copied it down. âThanks a lot, Sam,â he said and hung up.
âLower Manhattan,â Joe noted, glancing at what Frank had written. âWe can take the subway.â
Leaving the building, the boys were thrilled to see the two baby blimps directly overhead. The minicraft were just about to settle into their berths on the penthouse deck, high atop the skyscraper.
âBoy, I can hardly wait to ride in one of those things,â Joe said eagerly.
âRight. Theyâre tubby little cigars, but they do look like fun.â
The Hardys took a subway train downtown. Embrow Exports occupied a tenth-floor suite of offices in a dingy area, but the firm looked busy and prosperous.
âIâm not sure Mr. Embrow can see you,â a receptionist told the boys. âHave you an appointment?â
âNo, but give him this, please,â Frank said. He wrote something on a slip of paper and handed it to the young woman, who excused herself and took the message to her employer.
Joe shot his brother a quizzical glance. âWhat did you write?â he asked in a low voice.
âJust âQuinn Air Fleet.â Letâs see if it works.â
Apparently it did. The receptionist soon returned and said that Mr. Embrow would see them.
The businessman wore a puzzled frown as the boys were ushered into his office. âWhatâs this supposed to mean?â he asked, flicking his finger. nail at the paper.
âNothing in particular. Itâs the only thing I could think of that might get us an interview,â Frank replied.
Embrow, a balding, raw-boned man, responded with a smile to Frankâs boyish grin. âFair enough. At least youâre honest. Sit down and tell me what I can do for you. Am I mistaken in thinking you two are the sons of that famous detective?â
âNo, sir, you guessed right,â Joe replied. âFenton Hardyâs our father. In fact thatâs why weâre here. Weâre helping him on one of his cases.â
âIndeed? What sort of case?â
âIt has to do with those dirigible explosions yesterday morning,â Frank replied.
Embrow sighed, nodded, and settled back in his chair. âI see. I thought there might be some connection.â He rolled a pencil back and forth
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