Theyâd caught the wrong man.
As the bad news sank in, lights from a police cruiser appeared on the far side of the pond. A voice coming over a loudspeaker said:
âAll of you, stay right where you are!â
Joe and Frank knew the Bayport Police Headquarters well. Theyâd been there many times while working on cases. Usually, though, they came as visitors, not suspects.
The brothers sat in a holding area while the police worked out the details of what had happened. Finally, their friend Officer Con Riley came over to see them.
âWell,â he said, âthis is a bigger mess than youâre usually in.â Con often lent them a sympathetic ear when they were working on a case.
âIt seemed like a good idea at the time,â Frank said, rubbing his sore elbow.
Con shook his head disapprovingly. âRight now I think the best idea would be for you boys to go home and get some rest.â
âWeâre not being charged with anything?â Joe asked, a trace of surprise in his voice.
âLuckily for you, no,â Con said. âGerry Wise lives in the Magus Hills subdivision. His father built that entire tract of houses. Gerry has a right to use the recreational space as he sees fit. That use may not include racing around on a four-wheeler in the pitch-dark with his friendsâbut thatâs a matter for the neighborhood association. Probably, theyâll fine him and make him clean up the damage. Iâve a feeling that you boys might like to help out on that front.â
Frank nodded, but Joe blurted out, âHe was running a shady card game in the old Benson Mini-Mall.â
Con folded his arms across his chest and nodded in return. âYup. I know all about that. Your friendâs father owns that building. Gerry had permission to run games thereâthough I gather that tonightâs affair got a little out of hand.â
âYou might say that,â Joe said, rubbing his ribs where the demon-masked man had hit him.
âAs to the game itself . . .â Con shrugged. âI donât pretend to understand this collector card stuff. What they were doing sounds like it might be gambling, but we donât have anything solid to hang a charge onâ despite what you saw. Iâm not sure youâd want us to do that anyway. Probably some of those players are friends of yours.â Con shot the brothers a look that said he knew theyâd followed someone there, though both Hardys had kept Chetâs name out of their statements.
âYou might be right,â Frank said.
âIt was hard to tell with everyone wearing masks,â Joe added.
âSo, go on, get out of here,â Con said, waving his hand toward the door.
âThanks, Con,â Frank said.
âDonât thank me,â the officer said. âJust thank your lucky stars that Chief Collig isnât on duty tonight. You know how much he âlikesâ both of you.â Con grinned.
The Hardys smiled back and headed out of the holding room. In the foyer, they met their father, Fenton Hardy, as well as Chet, Iola, and Callie.
âSorry we got you out of bed for nothing, Dad,â Joe said.
âIâm glad theyâre not charging you,â Mr. Hardy said, âand Iâm glad that youâre both safe. On the whole, though, I would have preferred a good nightâs sleep.â
âI couldnât have slept anyway, until I heard from Joe,â Iola said. Joe gave her a quick, reassuring hug. Frank did the same for Callie.
âDid you recover all the cards you brought to the game, Chet?â Frank asked.
âYeah. Some of them got a bit stomped, but theyâre all there and usable,â Chet replied.
âI donât know about the rest of you,â Callie said, âbut Iâm beat. And Iâm very glad tomorrow is Saturday and we donât have school.â
âIâve still got a lot of work to do,â Chet said, âto