Free The Dangerous Transmission by Franklin W. Dixon

the empty safe. We can’t know what happened there for sure until Jax is conscious again.”
    Outside the Black Belt, the air was gray and wet. Frank realized he had been so preoccupied with what had happened at the flat that he hadn’t even noticed the fog until now.
    They could see only a few feet in front of them. People walking toward them seemed to suddenly materialize, as if they’d been silently squeezed out of the soupy mist.
    â€œTurn around, guys—you’re going the wrong way. The Black Belt’s behind you.” They heard Nick’s familiar voice ahead of them before they actually saw him. And then, bam! There he was, a yard away.
    â€œJax has been hurt,” Joe said, forcing his words through the fog. “We’re on our way to the hospital now.”
    â€œWhoa—I’ll go with you,” Nick said, quickly reversing direction and falling into step with the Hardys. “What happened?” he asked as they took the steps to the Underground two and three at a time.
    â€œWe don’t know,” Frank said. He decided to respect Jax’s privacy and not to say any more untilhe talked to his old friend. Frank knew that Joe would pick up on his strategy.
    The three of them were quiet on the ride to their first connection. While they stood waiting for the second train, Joe finally spoke. “Jax says you were speaking to some school group tonight?”
    â€œSort of,” Nick said. “It’s a private group that works with underprivileged youth. I talked about the history of the Tower. They seemed to like it. How about you two? How’d you spend your day? How did Jax’s press conference go?”
    â€œPretty straightforward, until the end,” Frank said. “You’ll read about it in the papers tomorrow, I’m sure.” He told Nick about Geoffrey Halstead’s appearance.
    â€œWhat a mess that must have caused,” Nick said. “That’s a real blow.”
    â€œI went with Jax to the interview with the Tower guard,” Joe said. “He and the fireman really grilled Jax. They acted like he was a suspect.”
    â€œOh, I don’t think so, really,” Nick said. “I’ve talked to them about Jax, told them he’s first rate. I’ll check in with the guard tomorrow—see if I can pick up anything from him. And I’ll make sure he understands that Jax should not be considered a suspect.”
    When they got to the hospital, the doctor talked to them. They were all relieved to hear that Jax had a mild concussion, but no broken bones or permanentdamage. He was still unconscious, but his vital signs were good. The doctors were monitoring him closely to make sure he did not slip into a coma.
    â€œDo you need to have your shoulder looked at while we’re here?” Joe asked his brother.
    â€œNah,” Frank said. He knew that it was a good idea, though, so he ultimately gave in. His self-prescription was confirmed: heat, rest, no lifting, no moving his arm back and up.
    After Frank was released, he, Joe, and Nick went back out into the fog. It was even more dense and wet than before. And Frank noticed that something new had been added: an icy current of air that wove in and out of the mist. It seemed to go through his clothes, and even his skin and chill him from the inside out.
    â€œMan, this weather is the worst,” Joe said with a shiver. “It doesn’t matter what time of year it is. The fog always makes it feel like winter.”
    â€œI know just the thing to warm us up,” Nick said. “It’s just a few miles from here. The Tube will get us there in no time,” he added. He squinted his eyes. A few pale colors glowed in the thick clouds. “There’s the station,” he announced.
    Nick led the Hardys underground again. But this time, when they got off the train they realized that this was one of those stations that was completely above ground. The