Free The Pacific Conspiracy by Franklin W. Dixon

passport, with three English words written on it. "Bali" and "Hotel Sanur."
    Frank smiled for the first time all day. They weren't off this case yet.
     
    ***
     
    When he got back to the waiting area the plane was boarding and Rivers was furious.
    "Where have you been?" he demanded, charging up to Frank as soon as he caught sight of him. "Don't tell me it takes fifteen minutes to buy a candy bar!"
    "Relax," Frank said. "I'm here now." He reached into the knapsack he'd bought in the gift shop, pulled out a big chocolate bar, and handed it to Rivers. "That's for you. And here's one for you, too," he said, handing another bar to Drake.
    Rivers handed Frank back his passport and wallet. "And those are for you. Have a safe trip home."
    Frank joined his brother in line.
    " Where'd you get the money for that knapsack?" Joe asked.
    "I'll tell you in a minute," Frank said, a smile frozen to his face.
    He gave his ticket to the gate agent and turned to see Rivers and Drake still watching them. He raised his hand and waved goodbye.
    "We have to get off the plane without them seeing us," he said to Joe as they walked down the sealed gangway to the aircraft. Then he told his brother about the white plastic card and what he'd found in Butch's locker.
    "Bali," Joe said. "That's where Nwali's from."
    "Exactly." Frank nodded.
    "Welcome aboard," the flight attendant said, checking Frank's ticket. "You're in the righthand aisle, almost all the way back. And you're next to him," she said to Joe.
    The two hustled down the aisle, right past their seats, and to the rear of the airplane. While Joe made a show of waiting to use one of the lavatories back there, Frank studied the foodservice elevator.
    Frank knew that the ground crew used the elevators to lift the food up to the main cabin. They were ridiculously easy to use, and they were big enough to hold two people.
    "What's the plan?" Joe asked. "Do we ask them to let us off over Bali?"
    "You have so little faith in me," Frank said, shaking his head. "What do you think I have in this knapsack?"
    He let Joe take a peek.
    "You're a devious fellow, Frank Hardy."
    "Never mind the compliments," Frank said. "Ready?"
    Joe nodded. "Ready."
    "Snake!" Frank cried out, and he threw down the rubber toy he'd bought in the gift shop.
    A dark-haired woman holding a baby in her arms took one look, screamed, and fainted. The flight attendant unloading the foodservice elevator turned to help her. Within a few seconds the cabin was pandemonium.
    Frank pulled out the cart in the foodservice elevator, bent down, and stepped inside. Joe squeezed in next to him and shut the door. It was a very tight fit.
    Frank reached around his brother and pressed the start button. They began to move downward.
    "Now I know why plane food always looks so flat," Joe whispered.
    The elevator stopped, and Frank pushed the door open and climbed out. He and Joe were standing on the runway directly beneath the plane. It was very loud and very windy.
    A man in orange coveralls holding two yellow batons was looking at them strangely.
    "Wrong plane," Frank said, backing away.
    The man just stood there, mouth open.
    "Yeah," Joe echoed. "Nice meeting you, though."
    The man suddenly burst into a torrent of Indonesian and started waving frantically to another group of similarly dressed people about a hundred yards away.
    The Hardys ran.
     
    ***
     
    Frank and Joe bought a change of clothes at a shop in the airport and then boarded the next flight to Bali. Frank had purchased two tickets with the money in Butch's locker and was now reading a book about the island. Joe spent the brief flight sleeping.
    Once they landed, a quick visit to the airport's information desk revealed that the Hotel Sanur was in the town of the same name on Bali's east coast. The easiest way to get there, according to the man at the desk, was to rent a car.
    The drive took an hour, and the hotel was easy to find. It turned out to be a modest six-story building of concrete