Hallbjornsson-Musselman may be an agent of a spy network mixed up in the astronaut case!â
âThatâs probably his primary mission,â Frank reasoned. âWhen he found out we were coming to Iceland, his second mission was capturing us in order to get us out of the way. He must have been afraid we would get involved with the case.â
âNow what?â Biff asked.
âWell, weâd better go see Steinaâs uncle. You and Chet stay here and stand guard. Okay?â
Soon Frank and Joe arrived at the Icelandic coast guard headquarters, called by the almost unpronounceable name of Landhelgisgaezlan. Its offices were located on Seljaveg, close to the waterfront.
âThe Hardy boys?â a male clerk asked as they entered.
âRight. Frank and Joe, from Bayport, U.S.A.â
âCaptain Sigtryggsson is waiting for you. This way, please.â
He ushered the visitors into an office with nautical decorations and closed the door. They were greeted by a tall gray-haired man who rose from his chair behind a long desk.
âSo,â he said, after shaking hands and offering the boys two chairs, âyou are American detectives!â
âYes,â said Joe. âI know weâre still young, butââ
âNot at all,â the captain replied. âOur best men in the coast guard are young fellows like you. We start them at fifteen, and by the time they are eighteen or nineteen, believe me, they are excellent seamen. Your father is a world-famous detective and I gather he has trained you well in his profession.â
Frank and Joe felt much at home in the presence of Captain Sigtryggsson. âYou have a very fine niece in Steina,â said Frank, returning the compliment.
âThatâs what the boys tell me,â the captain said with a smile. âJa, ja. Now tell me, what is your question?â
âWe wish to speak to a man named Rex Hallbjornsson,â Frank began. âHe may be Rex Mar, sailing on the trawler Svartfugel.â
âI think I can help you,â the captain said. He rose from his chair and went to a map hanging on the wall. âThe Svartfugel is probably fishing in waters near Snaefellsjokull.â
âThe glacier?â asked Joe.
âJa. Right here. Perhaps ten miles offshore. We will send you up there.â
The boys were thunderstruck. âReally?â asked Joe. âHow?â
âOn the Thor. Are you good seamen?â
âPretty good,â Frank replied.
The Icelander walked over to the model of a ship sitting on a table beside the boys.
âThis is the Thor,â he explained. âYou know, we donât have a large navy, but it is a good one.â He said that the Thor was setting out the next day on a fourteen-day tour of duty in Icelandic waters.
âYour Arctic Patrolâisnât that what you call it?â Frank remarked.
The captain nodded and continued. âNaturally, I donât think it will take fourteen days to find the Svartfugel.â
âThen howâll we get back?â Joe asked.
âWeâll arrange that later. Perhaps on the Albert. It is a smaller boat on its way back to Keflavik from a two-week tour.â The captain sat down at his desk again and looked straight at the boys. âYou are working on the McGeorge case, too!â
Frank and Joe were startled. âYes. Itâs top secret,â Frank managed to reply.
âOf course. It is most unusual to have civilians involved. But perhaps you can be of help.â
âWe already have a clue,â Frank said, and told about the leather glove. âIt matches a similar one we got at the base in Keflavik.â He explained how they had found it, and when.
âExcellent. But Major McGeorge disappeared earlier than that. We searched the area of the sulfur pit.â
âPerhaps he came back,â Frank offered. âMaybe his captors threatened to throw him in if he didnât tell his