away.
âExcuse me, Mr. Morwood?â Frank said as he and Joe followed the dealer outside. âCan we talk to you again for a minute?â
âNo,â Morwood snapped, walking at a rapid pace toward the parking lot. âI donât want anything to do with you guys. Not after this morning.â
âAw, give us a break, Mr. Morwood,â Joe said. âIt wasnât anything personal. Weâre just investigating the theft of that film, thatâs all.â
âWell, youâve got no reason to investigate me,â Morwood said in a huffy tone of voice. âI didnât have anything to do with it, and thatâs all you need to know. Now, if youâll excuse me . . .â
Morwood pulled open the rear door of a large van and placed the box of tapes inside. Then he closed the door and walked around to the front. He climbed into the driverâs seat, started up the engine, and drove away, leaving the Hardys alone in the middle of the parking lot.
âWeâd better keep our eye on him,â Frank said. âIf heâs got the film, he must have it hidden someplace. Maybe heâll lead us to it eventually.â
âMaybe heâs taking it away in that van right now,â Joe said.
Frank shook his head. âI doubt it,â he said. âNot in broad daylight. Heâd probably be afraid someone would see him.â
âThis would be a good time to check out Morwoodâs room, while heâs gone,â Joe said.
âWe donât know where heâs staying,â Frank pointed out. âHe might not even be rooming in the motel.â
âIt wouldnât be hard to find out,â Joe said. âWeâll just ask at the desk and tell them that weâre friends of his. Itâs an old trick, but it usually works.â
âOkay,â Frank said, turning back toward the motel. âAnd maybe itâs about time we talked to Simon Devoreaux, too.â
âWe should have talked to him before now,â Joe said as he followed his brother. âBut the guyâsimpossible to get close to. Heâs always got those bodyguards around him. And he doesnât look particularly friendly.â
âWeâll just have to figure out a way to get to him,â Frank said.
The Hardys entered the motel. The registration desk was located next to the elevators, and it took the brothers only a minute to learn that George Morwood was in room 137. They thanked the woman at the desk and headed down the hallway past the elevators.
When they reached Morwoodâs room, Joe paused in front of the door. He looked both ways to see if anyone was watching, then pulled a Swiss army knife out of his pocket.
âThis looks like a pretty easy lock,â he said to his brother. âTell me if you see anybody coming.â He picked out the little screwdriver from the knife and poked it into the lock mechanism. A moment later there was a click. Joe turned the knob and opened the door.
Joe stepped inside the room, followed by Frank. He closed the door carefully, then looked around. Morwood wasnât much of a housekeeper, Joe noted. Clothes were scattered on the floor, on the dressers, and on top of the messy bed. Boxes full of videocassettes were stacked on the floor.
âMaid service must not have been here yet,â Frank said.
âThey ought to get time and a half for doing this room,â Joe said.
The brothers searched briskly through the clothing and piles of videotapes but found nothing suspicious. Frank opened the door to the closet, but there was nothing inside except a few unused hangers.
âA lot of good this did us,â Frank said. âIf Morwoodâs got the film, he knows better than to keep it in here.â
âAnd I donât see any sign of a porcupine costume,â Joe said. âOr an astronautâs suit. Or the famous green medallion. Come on, letâs get out of here.â
Joe led his
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