possible.â
âSure thing, Mr. Hardy.â Jack strode into the administration building. Only ten minutes after his return the captain arrived.
Fenton Hardy briefed his colleague on the current status of the mercury case. The captain whistled.
âWe had no idea the affair was that big! Murder, eh? Weâll have to look into that!â
âIâd like to see two steps taken right away,â Mr. Hardy replied in grave tones. âTo begin with, the hotel should be placed under surveillance at once. At least three or four plainclothesmen, considering the size of this gang. We donât know who the leader is yet, but one of his henchmen might lead us to him.â
âRight.â Captain Stein scribbled a few lines in his notebook. âAnd then?â
âIf you could spread the word to the news media that Penton Hardy of Bayport has disappeared under mysterions circumstances it would help. Add that no clues have turned up, and that the case appears to be running into a dead end.â
âI get you,â the captain declared, snapping his notebook shut. âWhen those guys read the story in the Baltimore papers, theyâll be more sure than ever that theyâre safe. Youâll have a better chance to find out what theyâre up to, since they wonât be looking for you!â
âThatâs the idea, Captain. Iâm glad you approve of it. Makes me feel more secure.â
âSure thing, Mr. Hardy. We like to have you on our side, too.â
âWell,â Mr. Hardy said, âIâm flying back to Bayport with Frank and Joe. We have some clues to follow up.â
It was the middle of the night when Jack Wayne set the plane down at the Bayport airport.
âBefore we go home, I want to make a call,â Mr. Hardy said. âItâs not the best hour to phone Admiral Rodgers, but I have to talk to him.â
The admiral brushed aside an apology for waking him up. âMy sleep is of no consequence when national security is concerned,â he said. âWhat have you to report?â
Fenton Hardy said as much as he could over the phone and proposed a secret meeting in Pittsburgh the following evening. Admiral Rodgers agreed.
Then the Hardys returned home to an affectionate welcome from Mrs. Hardy and Aunt Gertrude.
The next morning Frank and Joe held a get-together with their friends. Nothing out of the ordinary had occurred at the Hardy house during their absence, the boys reported.
âIf anything had happened,â Joe said, laughing, âIâm sure Aunt Gertrude would have informed us the moment we stepped in the door.â
âWeâve come up with another problem,â Frank said. âWhat do you know about that disk jockey Teddy Blaze?â
âHeâs considered a groovy character,â Biff related. âPuts on platters with a real beat. The kids at school are wild about his program.â
âOne thing bugs me about him,â Chet offered. âHeâs forever chattering about his dog. Tells us his canine companion is named Balto, and then talks to him over the air. Weird kind of nonsense you canât make out.â
âChet, you may just have given us a vital clue,â Frank said. âBaltoâitâs worth checking out. Come on, Joe! Letâs see what we can find out at the newspaper office!â
They located the radio and TV critic in his cubicle writing a review of a Bayport jazz concert.
âWhat do I know about Teddy Blaze?â he replied to their question. âNot much. Heâs new around here. Comes from somewhere in the South. Maryland, I think. Anyway, the kids go for him in a big way. If youâre after personal information, youâd better go see Teddy himself. Heâll be at the studio now.â
Frank and Joe thanked him and had no difficulty getting into the studio when they announced they were fans of Teddy Blaze. The disk jockey had left orders that his fans