get ready for the tournament on Tuesday.â
âAnd Iâm betting our bikes need some work as well,â Joe said, sighing.
âI think you can sort all that out in the morning,â Mr. Hardy said. âThat is, if any of you are up before noon.â
The whole group chuckled and headed for the door. They ran into Gerry Wise and his father, who were leaving at the same time. Mr. Wise scowled at the Hardys.
Gerry grinned sheepishly at the brothers. âSorry about this, guys,â he said. âIt was all just a big misunderstanding. Iâm glad nobody really got hurt.â
âUs, too,â Frank said. âWeâll lend you a hand repairing any damage.â
âIâll say you will,â Mr. Wise said angrily. âYouâre lucky we donât have you boys up for assault!â
âHey, cool it, Dad,â Gerry said.
âI think the kids can settle this on their own,â Mr. Hardy said calmly. âThereâs nothing that a few apologies and some elbow grease canât fix.â
Mr. Wise frowned but didnât say anything more.
As they all walked down the front steps, Gerry hung back with the others and whispered, âChet, I hope youâll play next month. This kind of stuff doesnât usually happen.â
âI canât believe that youâdââ Joe began.
Frank cut him off. âGerry, did you know all the players at the game?â
âMost of them, yeah,â Gerry said.
âAnd you supplied the masks?â Frank asked.
âMost of them,â Gerry repeated.
âSo, who was the demon-masked guy who started all the trouble?â Joe asked.
Gerry shrugged. âI donât know,â he said. âSome of the players wear their own masks when they show up. They donât want anyone guessing who they are. That way, their card strategies remain a complete secret.â
âToo bad,â Joe muttered.
Gerry waved goodbye and got into his fatherâs limo. The teens piled into the Hardysâ van, and Fenton Hardy went to his own car.
âCome straight home as soon as youâve dropped everyone off,â Fenton said to his sons.
Joe and Frank nodded. âDonât worry, Dad,â Joe said. âThe only place weâre going tonight is to bed.â
Frank and Joe did get up before noon, but not much before noon. They spent the remainder of Saturday morning working on their bikes, which their father had reclaimed from the police. The bicycles were pretty badly beaten up.
Chet Morton showed up around one with Iola and Callie.
âHey, guys,â Chet said. âHowâs it going?â
âWeâve had better mornings,â Joe said, wiping the sweat from his brow with a grease-stained towel. He cleaned his hands on the towel and said, âHi, Callie. Hi, Iola.â
âChetâs been pacing around like a caged lion all morning,â Iola said.
Chet sighed with frustration. âIâm out forty-five bucks,â he said, âand Iâm not much closer to having my deck rebuilt.â
âWhat about that Internet site Daphne mentioned?â Frank asked.
âI used most of the search engines available, but I couldnât find it,â Chet said forlornly. âEvery time I typed in âBlack Knight,â I kept coming up with role-playing game sites.â
Frank wiped the bicycle grease from his hands. âMaybe we should ask Daphne to show us the site personally.â
âGood idea,â Joe said.
âIola and I did some checking this morning,â Callie said. âIt turns out that Gerry, Daphne, and Pete all live in that same subdivision.â
Frank gave his girlfriend a kiss on the cheek. âNot only beautiful, but smart, too.â
âSo either Pete or Daphne could have been the cyclist we chased into Magus Hills,â Joe said. âIâve seen them both riding motorcycles, too.â
âI donât think Daphne could