started to turn, but it was obvious that he would never be able to get out of the hovercarâs path in time. Frank leaped forward and tackled Gillis around the waist, knocking him to the pavement of the parking lot. The hovercar shot by a few inches overhead and plowed into the wall of the motel. It bounced away, deflected by the rubber bumpers that surrounded the lower rim of the car, then settled back to the ground.
âWhat happened?â Gillis gasped.
âYou were almost the victim of a runaway hovercar,â Frank said, climbing back to his feet. He reached down and helped Gillis stand up.
âWhat?â Gillis said in disbelief. He turned and saw the hovercar lying next to the building. âOh, no!â he exclaimed. âIt must have gone out of control!â
He rushed over to the hovercar and examined it. âIt doesnât seem to have been damaged. I donât know how the car could have gone out of control like that.â
âThere wasnât anybody around it,â Joe said. âIt just started movingâstraight at you.â
âIs there any way to remote-control the car?â Frank asked. âCould someone have started it from a distance?â
âNo,â Gillis said firmly, opening a small hoodlike compartment at the front of the hovercar. âIt can be started and controlled only from inside. It must have been some kind of glitch in the machinery. Orââ his voice changed toneââsomebodyâs been tampering with the mechanism.â
Gillis studied the engine carefully. âI donât see anything unusual,â he finally said, closing the hood. âIâll give it a complete checkup later.â He got into the hovercar, started it up, and drove it back to the tent. Then he climbed out and walked back to Frank and Joe.
âWell, Iâm a little shaken up by that,â Gillis told the Hardys, âbut I still have to eat lunch. Maybe some food will calm my nerves.â
âYouâd better be careful, Mr. Gillis,â Joe said. âIt looks like somebody may be trying to hurt you as well as Mr. Devoreaux.â
âIâll take care,â Gillis said. He left them and walked back toward the motel.
âHeâs a pretty cool character,â Joe said as the brothers headed across the parking lot toward the motel, keeping a distance behind Gillis. âI might be too shaken up to eat lunch if somebody just tried to kill me.â
âSomebody tried to kill you last night when you left the party, and I didnât notice it had any effect on your appetite,â Frank observed.
âTrue,â Joe said thoughtfully. âBut Iâm used to it. Iâve been in the detective business for a while.â
âWell, maybe Gillis is used to it,â Frank said. âAfter all, he deals with complicated mechanical devices like the hovercar every day. Maybe this sort of thing happens a lot in the movie business. Do you believe that thing started all by itself?â he asked his brother.
âNo,â Joe said. âToo much of a coincidence. Last night somebody tried to kill Simon Devoreaux, and this afternoon somebody tried to kill Jack Gillis.â
âSounds like somebody wants not only to snatch Devoreauxâs latest film,â Frank said, walking on, âbut also to get rid of the entire team as well. You suppose theyâll go after the actors next?â
âFortunately, the actors arenât at this convention,â Joe said. âWhich probably greatly increases their life expectancies.â
Frank thought for a moment. âDo you suppose,â he said, âthat it would increase the value of a bootlegfilm if the people who were in charge of the movieâ such as the director, the writer, the special-effects supervisorâwere all out of the way, so they couldnât remake the film?â
Joe laughed. âThatâs the craziest idea Iâve ever heard!