to Mrs. Armstrong and says they were accepted by a woman claiming to be a relative. The boxes were not found in the house and Mrs. Armstrong claims she had not ordered anything delivered.
âSounds familiar, doesnât it?â said Joe.
âThe same old routine. Weâd better call on Mrs. Armstrong,â Frank agreed.
The woman, like Mrs. Updyke in Bayport, could tell the boys very little other than what the newspaper had reported. Beds had been slept in and kitchenware used, but nothing was missing.
âThe police have searched the house thoroughly,â she said, âbut my visitors didnât leave any clues. Unless you could call this a clue,â she added, taking a ragged slip of paper from the mantel. âI found it in a corner when I was dusting this morning.â
Frank and Joe examined the paper. Scribbled on it were some letters and numbers:
A23â151âC2âD576-A19395âM14
âCan you make anything of that?â she asked.
Frank shook his head. âIt could be a motor number, a safe combination, a lot of things. Do you mind if I copy these numbers?â
âNot at all!â
Frank took a notebook from his pocket. âYouâd better give this slip to the police,â he advised.
âYes. Iâll do that.â
After the boys had left the house, Joe said, âI believe itâs some kind of code.â
âLetâs memorize the numbers,â suggested Frank. âJust in case we should lose them.â
Both Hardys went over them several times until they were sure they would not forget them, then returned to the shipping agency.
âI got in touch with the Neptune Line,â the owner told them, âand got reservations for you. One of their freighters, the Crown of Neptune, will be leaving in two weeks.â
âCan we pick up the tickets now?â Joe asked.
âNot right away. Iâll have to wait for confirmation. Theyâll be ready in a day or so. I suggest that you get passports and vaccination certificates because the ship will be putting in at a couple of Central American ports.â
âFine,â said Frank. âWeâll take care of that.â
They drove back to Bayport, relieved that they would have good news for Mr. McClintock at last.
âTwo weeks, eh?â he said. âWell, thatâs not so bad. Meantime, weâll go fishing. Do you know if Chet had any luck yet?â
Frank suppressed a grin. âAs far as Iâve heard heâs talked to a Captain Harkness. The skipper told him heâd call him as soon as he has a free day.â
âGood.â
An hour later Frank, Joe, and Chet were at the docks to search again for the man with the scar. Unknown to the boys, a longshoreman followed them at a discreet distance. As they walked toward a truck being unloaded by a stevedore, the man tailing them signaled to the worker.
Instinctively Joe turned around and saw the fellowâs strange motions. Then he glanced ahead to see the stevedore throw a carton back onto the truck and duck beneath the chassis.
Joe leaped into action. Racing ahead of the others, he dashed to the truck and looked underneath. The man was crawling out on the other side. Joe ran around just in time to see him dodge through a doorway to a storage shed.
The man with the scar!
âFrank, Chet! I found him!â Joe beckoned furiously. âHe ran in there!â
Joe dashed toward the doorway, but was blocked by two workmen carrying crates on their shoulders. The men moved off slowly, revealing the darkened entrance once again. Joe sprinted forward, just as Frank, running up behind him, shrieked out a warning.
âJoe! Stop!â
Out of the shadowy doorway sped a hand truck. It was loaded but nobody was at the controls!
CHAPTER X
Frank in Trouble
âLOOK out, Joe!â Frank yelled in horror.
Joe dived to safety on the cobbled pavement a split second before the cart whipped by and smashed