Free Strategic Moves by Franklin W. Dixon Page A

the East and West become best friends, high-powered spies will be obsolete."
    "You don't expect me to believe that all of this is happening so some spies can keep their jobs," Joe stated.
    "I know it sounds crazy." Frank yawned.
    "Crazy? Try ludicrous."
    "Just the same, we can't trust anybody, not even the Gray Man. Agreed?"
    "Agreed."
    Frank sighed, and Joe could tell by the heavy breathing that his older brother was almost asleep.
    Joe tapped Ziggy on the shoulder. "Trade seats with me, Ziggy," Joe said. "Frank wants to talk over last night's game with you."
    "Sure," Ziggy said, and hopped up.
    Joe was in Ziggy's seat before Ziggy realized that Frank was asleep.
    "Gotcha," Joe said, pointing his finger at Ziggy like a pistol.
    "I'll get even," Ziggy warned, smiling and sitting next to Frank.
    By the time the buses arrived at Stonehenge three hours later, Frank had gotten a good nap, Ziggy had gotten more excited, and Joe had gotten Petra's home address.
    Ziggy had understated the beauty of Salisbury Plain, which was a span of low, rolling, grassy hills. Ziggy had pointed out to Petra and Joe the many chalk carvings of horses and other animals in the sides of the hills left by Celtic and Anglo-Saxon warriors.
    Ziggy was so excited about Stonehenge that he tried to be the first one off the bus.
    Frank rubbed his sleepy eyes and waited to be the last off the bus. He stepped down and removed his sunglasses to get a clearer look at the ancient megaliths known as Stonehenge.
    The massive stones were gray and worn down by wind and rain and time. Several stones lay on the ground and looked like large altars. Others seemed to be stuck into the ground haphazardly, at various angles, without any rhyme or reason. Some formed giant gateways, with one huge stone placed across two upright ones. The entire place was a marvel of engineering.
    Lewis was speaking to the group as Frank walked up behind the students. Joe and Petra were at the rear of the crowd, but Ziggy was nowhere to be seen.
    "Where's Ziggy?" Frank whispered to Joe.
    Joe pointed. "Up front."
    Frank stood on tiptoe and saw Ziggy at the front of the crowd, listening intently to every word Lewis was saying.
    "Stonehenge stands ten miles north of the city of Salisbury and has existed for almost four thousand years. During the last century," Lewis droned on, "Stonehenge has received the greatest amount of damage from war, pollution, and people who have defaced the stones.
    "The only modern structure is the iron railing used to keep people away from the stones. Although most tourists are forbidden to get too near the stones, I have received security permission to allow you students to roam freely once I have finished my lecture. Now ..." Lewis continued, speaking on the four-thousand-year history of the stones from the beginning to the present day.
    "Brother," Joe moaned after a few minutes. "I could get this stuff from a textbook."
    "Yes," Petra agreed. "Mr. Lewis has a way of making this beautiful site quite boring." She turned to Joe, a sly smile on her face. "Shall we begin our tour early?"
    "Just what I was thinking." Joe returned Petra's smile.
    Joe and Petra slowly backed out and away from the other students.
    "Where are you going?" Frank whispered to Joe.
    "To get a better look at the stones," Joe answered, and he and Petra disappeared behind one of the megaliths.
    Frank didn't know what Joe was up to, but he didn't like his younger brother taking such chances, especially since he suspected that Fitzhugh was a rogue agent.
    Frank made his way among the other students, noting the bored, restless looks on their faces, and stood next to Ziggy.
    "Isn't this fascinating, Frank?" Ziggy whispered when he noticed Frank next to him.
    "Uh - huh." Frank sighed. Listening to Lewis was like playing a scratchy old record that skipped.
    "It's almost as if these stones are giant chess pieces," Ziggy whispered.
    Frank smiled. "Played by ancient Druid mystics and Celtic priests."
    "This