between his palms for a moment and frowned. âWell, what would you like to know? Do I take it Iâm under suspicion?â
âWhy should you think that?â Frank inquired.
âLook! Letâs not play games. Iâm sure youâve found out by this time that I used to be Lloyd Quinnâs partner and that we broke up after a quarrel. Why else would you be here?â
âNaturally we have to check out every angle,â Frank said.
âSure, I understand that. But if you think I had anything to do with those explosions, youâre barking up the wrong tree.â
âAny comment youâd care to make about the case, Mr. Embrow?â
âJust one. No. Make that two. First, I hope you Hardys catch whoeverâs responsible. And second, I wish Lloyd Quinn nothing but good luck.â Embrow grinned at the boysâ wary expressions and added, âDoes that surprise you?â
Joe grinned back. âWell, itâs not exactly the sort of attitude we were led to expect.â
âI can imagine. Lloyd and I are both hot-tempered guys. We went at it hammer and tongs before we busted up. But thatâs water over the dam. Iâve got too much going for me right here to waste any time harboring grudges.â
âHow did you two meet?â Joe asked curiously.
âWe served in the Navy together,â Embrow replied. âIn blimps, on Atlantic-patrol duty. Thatâs what got us interested in dirigibles. We both made up our minds that someday weâd go into the field commercially.â
âDo you regret leaving?â
âFrankly, sometimes I do. Itâs an exciting field with a great future. On the other hand, my export business has been highly successful, and I must say, I donât envy Lloyd any of his present headaches.â
Joe nodded at a framed desk photograph that Embrow had been toying with as he spoke. It showed a youth in an academic cap and gown. âIs that your son?â
âYup, itâs his high-school graduation picture.â Basil Embrow smiled proudly. âQuite a lad if I do say so, though I donât see much of him these days.â He moved the photograph aside with a brisk back-to-business gesture and said, âWell, is there anything else I can tell you fellows?â
âNo, sir. Youâve answered all our questions,â Frank replied, rising. âWe appreciate your frankness.â
âAnd thanks for your time,â Joe added.
The boys shook hands with Embrow and left. Outside the building, they headed back to the subway entrance, a couple of blocks away.
âWhat do you think?â Joe asked his brother.
Frank shrugged. âHard to say, but he seems a decent enough guy.â
âI agree. Heâs not my idea of a sneaky saboteur.â
âBy the way, why did you ask him about that high-school picture?â
Joeâs eyes twinkled. âDonât tell me you didnât spot it?â
âSpot what?â
âThat mole next to the boyâs left eye.â
Frank stopped short with a gasp. âNow I get it! Just like that Quinn air crewman you photographed who was giving us the once-over!â
âCheck. I snapped a shot of Embrowâs desk photo, too, with my pocket camera.â
âGood work!â
As soon as the boys arrived in Bayport, Joe developed his roll of film. Then he enlarged the picture of the youth in the desk photo and compared it with his shot of the air crewman.
âHmm. The moleâs in the same place,â Frank mused, âand their faces are similar, but Iâd hate to bet theyâre the same person.â
âDitto,â Joe agreed. âBesides, thereâs at least five or six yearsâ difference in ages, and neither one of these blowups is ideal for identification purposes. Also, the name stenciled on the crewmanâs coveralls isnât Embrow. Itâs H. Maris.â
âWhich could be phony,â Frank pointed
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