Free No Way Out by Franklin W. Dixon Page B

cottage where you got the rope,” Frank said, pointing to a small building located on the property map.
    â€œThat’s it,” Ray said. He told his family why he and Joe had gone to the cottage and how the three of them had roped off the sinkhole area.
    â€œRay said no one uses that cottage anymore,” Joe said. “It’s pretty cool—it would make a great beach party house.”
    â€œSomeone might have already figured that out,” Frank said. “Joe smelled cooked fish when he was in there. You may have some trespassers.”
    â€œIt didn’t look like anyone had been in the cabin,” Ray said. “It was probably someone just using the beach for a bonfire cookout.”
    â€œWe were in a hurry, though,” Joe said. “We didn’t get a chance to give it a thorough search.”
    â€œSounds like it might need a second look,” Frank said. He turned to Penny. “What’s happening with the tournament today? Have you canceled any events, or is everything happening as scheduled?”
    â€˜Well, some of the events are on hold until the maze is repaired, and that might be as soon as this afternoon. But there’s no way I can make the final inspection. Only Alan can declare it ready for the relays and the scavenger hunt competition.”
    â€œThe medieval bazaar is really busy,” Kay reported. “There were tons of people hitting all the booths and vendors, so that should keep things rolling out there for a while.”
    â€œWe’ve got more competitions scheduled for the stadium this evening,” Ray said, checking his watch. “I talked to Shorty before we started lunch, and he said everyone registered for the games has checked in. So we shouldn’t cancel them.”
    â€œCan you three handle those without Alan?” Frank asked.
    â€œAnd without our help?” added Joe.
    â€œI think so,” Penny answered. “We’ve held the games and tournament for several years now while the maze was being restored. We know the routinepretty well.” She looked out the window.
    â€œMom, it’s going to be okay,” Kay said. “I don’t know where Dad is, but I’m sure he’s all right. And Frank and Joe will find him. They’re real pros, Mom—we can trust them to do the job.”
    â€œThat’s our cue,” Frank said, standing up. “Okay, we’re out of here. We’ll keep in touch by phone. Be sure and call us if you hear anything.”
    The Hardys left the house and went to the vehicle court. “Ray said to take what we need,” Joe said. “That one,” he announced, pointing to an SUV.
    Joe drove while Frank phoned Officer Chester and then the film studio. “Officer Chester is just leaving to come to EagleSpy,” Frank reported when he’d finished with the calls. “He said he’d hook up with us there later. Skip Jennin is on call at the studio and said he’d be happy to set us up.”
    They made pretty good time getting to the village, and were happy to see that traffic was bumper-to-bumper in the other lane, headed back to EagleSpy.
    The studio was housed in the buildings once used by the old marble mine. Skip took them into a small screening room. All the film so far from all the cameras had been spliced into one long video.
    Skip set up the film on a full-size movie screen to make it easier to watch. Then he showed the boys how to fast-forward, slow-forward, reverse, and pause, and how to zoom in on a certain part of anobject. He also showed them how to determine where they were at any given moment in the footage, so they could make a note and he could pull up that image whenever they wanted. Then he left them and went back to his own work.
    There were hundreds of yards of film, and the Hardys were determined to check out every inch that was shot on Friday afternoon and evening. Having four eyes helped.
    Frank watched for Blackstone and