could not stop himself and knew he would never clear the distance. Below him lay a solid six-story drop and the hard pavement of the alley!
CHAPTER X
The Disk Jockeyâs Dog
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DESPERATELY Joe threw his arms forward! His fingertips clutched at the edge of the roof, and he hung there, straining every muscle. He knew he could not last for more than a few seconds. Already his grip was beginning to weaken. He slid back toward destruction!
âHold on, Joe,â Frank yelled.
Rushing to where Joe dangled helplessly, Mr. Hardy and Frank grabbed him by the wrists. Hauling frantically, they got him safely up on the roof.
âThanks,â Joe panted. âI hope thatâs my last cliff-hanger!â
âWeâd better get out of here before we have company,â Frank warned, pointing toward the opposite building, where by now the barricaded door started to give.
They hastened to a skylight door leading downstairs. Luckily it was unlocked. With Mr. Hardy in the lead, they lost no time in getting to the elevator.
âI hope it doesnât stop on the way,â Joe said nervously.
âIf weâre delayed, we might have to hide out in the building,â his father remarked. But the elevator went straight down and they hurried to the front door.
âKeep your cool,â Mr. Hardy warned under his breath. âWe donât want to arouse suspicion.â
Frank peered outside. âThe coast is clear,â he reported. âAndâwow! Weâve got help! Jack Wayne is just getting out of a red Ford over there!â
âWhat timing!â his father exclaimed. âLetâs make for Jackâs car!â
Walking briskly across the street, the fugitives reached the Ford, jumped in, and crouched down on the floor. Frank peeked through the rear window.
âI donât see the hounds yet. The elevator next door must have stopped on every floor,â he said.
âWhat about Jack?â his father queried.
âHe went into the hotel. Probably got worried about us.â
Joe rose slightly to get a view of the hotel entrance. âOh, here they come!â he warned. âDuck low!â
Four men barreled out of the door. Two ran in opposite directions. The other two plunged into the alley and continued right around the building.
They met again, shrugging in obvious disappointment, and began to argue furiously. Finally they dashed into the building where the Hardys had just been.
Jack Wayne emerged from the hotel accompa nied by the desk clerk. They, too, were in the midst of a heated dispute, the pilot insisting that the Hardys must be there, the clerk just as certain they were not.
âIf Frank and Joe cleared out, theyâd certainly have let me know,â Wayne stated vehemently. Getting nowhere, he broke off the discussion, returned to the car and jumped in.
Frank tapped him lightly on the shoulder. Startled, Jack wheeled around.
âEasy, Jack,â Fenton Hardy whispered. âAll three of us are here. Act as if nothing has happened and make tracks for the airport, quick!â
Catching on, the pilot whipped the car out of the parking spot and maneuvered it skillfully through the traffic.
The Hardys relaxed. âThat was simply beautiful, Jack,â Frank said. âWhereâd you get the car?â
âBorrowed it from a fellow I know at the airport,â Jack replied. âSince you didnât call, I thought Iâd better check up on you. What happened?â
âNothing, really,â Joe said. âWe just had to make a rather unorthodox exit. Our friends at the hotel didnât want to let us go!â
Soon the airport came into view. Mr. Hardyâs plane stood on a side runway. He went straight to it.
âWeâll wait inside,â he said. âGives us more privacy than the lobby. Jack, do me a favor. Call Captain Stein at police headquarters and have him come out here if