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Authors: Franklin W. Dixon
Mystery of the Whale Tattoo (12 page)
Quickly they told Sergeant Thompson of their encounters with Baby Face. He took down the poster and let the Hardys examine it. Baby Face's real name was Vinny Merks. His features were deceptive, for in reality he was in his late twenties.
Merks, who had served time in a Federal penitentiary, often posed as a juvenile. He was wanted in California on a variety of charges, and at last report was suspected of working with a former cellmate named Mug Stine.
The Hardys were exuberant over their discovery. When the copy of the file card was ready, they thanked the sergeant and left the police station. Since their return flight was not scheduled until the afternoon, Frank and Joe decided to go sight-seeing.
“Where shall we start?” Joe asked, hailing a taxi outside police headquarters.
“Where the action is,” Frank replied with a grin. “In Hollywood, of course. Maybe we can see some famous movie stars, too.”
They asked to be let off at Hollywood and Vine. The world-famous intersection lived up to everything the boys had ever read about it, including two large groups of youths who took up positions on opposite sides of the street and began hurling insults at each other.
“At the rate they're going,” Frank noted, “they'll be using fists before very long.”
Joe was about to answer when he was seized from behind and dragged to a spot masked from public view by a truck that was backed up to a loading platform. As Frank spun to help Joe, a burly forearm choked off his windpipe.
Their captors were Baby Face and Mug Stine! Baby Face flashed a long, wicked knife. “Tell us where the Ivory Idol is!” he demanded. “Or else!”
CHAPTER XVI
A Phony Exposed
THE milling youths now provided an excellent screen for Mug and Baby Face, who kept their knives poised against the backs of the Hardy boys.
“We don't know anything about the Ivory Idol,” Frank said calmly.
“Quit kiddin'. We read the papers, too.”
“Listen, Merks,” Joe exploded. “You'll never get away with this! That tattoo between your eyes is like a signal light and you know it!”
Baby Face was taken aback. “Where'd you learn my name?” he asked “And how'd you know that's a tattoo?”
“We know about you,” Frank replied.
“And the Ivory Idol,” Baby Face hissed. “I'll give you three more seconds to start talkin'â”
“Dump!” Joe cried out. Frank instantly recognized the signal for an old trick. Both boys bent quickly at the waist, grabbed the ankles of their captors, and pulled hard. Mug and Baby Face lost their holds and dropped to the pavement.
“Into the street!” Frank shouted. They dashed forward the same moment the two gangs of young hoodlums charged at each other.
The Hardys were caught in the middle!
The Hardys were caught in the middle!
They dodged, feinted, and ducked to get clear of the scene. Baby Face and Mug were not far behind, battling to get at them.
Suddenly sirens wailed and police cars and paddy wagons screeched into the area. Several of the youths bolted. A few got away, but most were caught within the police cordon.
Frank and Joe grinned as they waited their turn to enter the paddy wagon. “Just like in the movies,” Joe said. “The cavalry arrives in the nick of time.”
Frank craned his neck and looked around for Baby Face and Mug. “If we're lucky,” he said, “the police will have picked up our playmates.”
“All right!” said a big patrolman. “Into the wagon. Hurry it up!” The ride to the station house was short. The gang members were herded together in a large room to be booked. Frank and Joe, who looked out of place among them, identified themselves to the officer in charge and requested that he call Sergeant Bill Thompson at headquarters to verify their story.
Thompson came to the boys' aid immediately. Hearing what had happened, he checked the list of prisoners. “Good news, boys,” he reported. “Merks was picked up. Unfortunately Stine got away.”
“Too bad,” Joe said.
“Well, your job may be a bit easier now that Merks is out of the running,” Thompson said. “Come on. I'll drive you to the airport.”
He stayed with the Hardys until they boarded their flight. Soon after they were airborne, Frank pulled the copy of the information card on the Society of the Whale Tattoo from his pocket. He and Joe studied it carefully.
Mug and Baby Face, the boys concluded, were not in the society. Neither of them had the proper whale tattoo. Apparently they were independents hired by the society.
“Our first real response,” Joe said, “came when we planted the story about knowing where the missing whale was. From that time on, we've been shadowed pretty closely.”
“Right. But what about those thugs insisting that we know the location of the Ivory Idol?”
“Frank, I've got it!” Joe slammed his fist on the armrest. “Remember Merks' remark âWe read the papers, too'!”
“The Ivory Idol is in the whale!” Frank interrupted excitedly. “I should've guessed it before now. Kane must have hidden it there before he was killed.”
“It makes sense! We've got to find the whaleâand fast!”
It was late in the evening when the Hardys finally reached their home. Their mother and Aunt Gertrude welcomed them warmly and prepared hot chocolate and a tasty snack. As they relaxed, Frank and Joe related their adventures, including their search for Zelemeyer's Circus. But they toned down the more dangerous parts.
“Well, that's not
quite
the same version Chet told us,” Mrs. Hardy said with a twinkle in her eyes. “But I suppose it's close enough.”
quite
the same version Chet told us,” Mrs. Hardy said with a twinkle in her eyes. “But I suppose it's close enough.”
“Chet's back in Bayport?” Frank asked.
“Yes. Your father felt he could form a new cover much better without Chet. But he's still working on your case, asking everybody about Zelemeyer's Circus.”
“That's a good thought,” Frank nodded. “Maybe Zelemeyer's did play in Bayport.”
“Gracious,” Aunt Gertrude said, “I meant to tell Chet about Mrs. Hendricks. She went to every one of them before her arthritis got so bad.”
“Went to every what?” Joe asked.
“Circus, of course,” his aunt replied.
“Sort of a circus nut, you'd call her, I guess,” Mrs. Hardy said, and the boys looked in surprise at their mother.
“Well”âMrs. Hardy looked embarrassedâ“you can't live around two teen-agers without picking up some of their language.”
Her sons laughed, and Frank said, “How do we contact Mrs. Hendricks?”
Miss Hardy went to the telephone, dialed a number, and handed the receiver to Frank.
“Oh, hello,” Frank said to the pleasant though somewhat quavering voice of the woman who answered. “I'm Frank Hardy.... She's fine.... My mother, too.... No, nothing's wrong. I wonder if you remember a certain circus in town.”
Frank explained, and as he listened to Mrs. Hendricks's reply, his eyebrows lifted. “Yes, go on, please.... And you remember a whale? Now, Mrs. Hendricks, please tell me all you can recall.”
After listening a few minutes longer, Frank thanked the woman and hung up. Then he grabbed Aunt Gertrude and danced her around the room.
“My goodness, Frank! Are you mad?” she protested. “Careful of my spectacles!”
“For Pete's sake, spill it!” Joe cried.
“Okay. Listen carefully,” Frank said as Aunt Gertrude flopped down in an easy chair.
The Zelemeyer Circus had played in Bayport many years before, at the old fairgrounds adjacent to the very spot where the new supermarket was going up. The circus went broke and disbanded. The stuffed whale they were exhibiting was buried on the spot because nobody wanted it.
“Wow!” Joe exclaimed. “What news! Cousin Elmer should hear this. Hey! Cousin Elmer!”
“Save your breath, Joe,” Aunt Gertrude said. “Cousin Elmer is no longer with us.”
The boys looked startled. “You mean he died?” Frank gasped.
“Of course not. He left. Flew the coop.”
“That's right,” Mrs. Hardy confirmed. “Elmer just upped and vanished two days ago without a word to anybody. We found a note on his dresser saying he was sorry he couldn't stay and meet Fenton.” Their mother got the note and the boys read it.
“That wasn't very polite of him,” Frank said.
Aunt Gertrude agreed emphatically. “Indeed not. And the way he ate my apple pie, you would have thought he'd say good-by in person. Not a true Hardy, that's all!”
“He might be the black sheep,” Joe said, trying to make light of it, but the boys were instantly suspicious of the man who had accepted their hospitality.
“Anything missing around the house?” Frank asked guardedly.
Mrs. Hardy assured them that nothing had been stolen, and none of Fenton Hardy's records and files had been disturbed.
Frank was still not convinced. “There's something fishy about the whole dealâthe way he came early, the way he wouldn't give any details about his past, and now his sudden disappearance.”
“But the motive's missing,” Joe said. “If he was an impostor, he'd have to have a reason.”
“I'm sure he did. It's just that we can't seeâWait a minute!” He looked again at the note Elmer had left, then said, “Joe, do we still have that scrap we saved from the burning of Boko's strongbox papers?”
“Sure.”
Joe went to their room to get it and Frank compared the two. “Oh, no! Our guest was none other than Boko the Clown! That sprained arm in the sling was a dodge to hide his whale tattoo!”
CHAPTER XVII
Rembrandt's Confession
No doubt about it. The writing on the two pieces of paper was identical.
“Oh! Thatâthat terrible man!” Aunt Gertrude wailed. “To think we were living under the same roof with a criminal!”
“Well, he's gone now,” Mrs. Hardy said. “He probably was scared that Cousin Elmer would arrive.”
“We've got to find him,” Frank declared. “He may well have the key to our mystery.”
The next morning, after doing some chores around the house, the boys started to Solo's Super Carnival in Newton. If the heat was off, Boko might have gone to his old haunts. If they were lucky, the young detectives might actually nab him, or at least learn something about his whereabouts.
The miles whizzed away beneath the purring wheels and the fresh morning air filled Frank and Joe with a sense of well-being. But when they rounded a bend in the road, a garish billboard broke the spell. It read:
NEW, SPECTACULAR WHALE SIDE SHOW!
At Solo's Super Carnival
See with your own eyes
The world's greatest
rarity
See with your own eyes
The world's greatest
rarity
The lettering was in an inverted pyramid and painted at each side was a colorful whale spouting a great white plume of water.
“So it was Solo himself who got the whale!” Joe said indignantly.
“I can't believe it,” Frank said. “No one but an absolute moron would steal practically the only stuffed whale in the world and then put it on display just a few miles from the scene of the crime.”
As Frank guided the car skillfully over the rolling countryside, Joe wondered aloud whether Boko's action had anything to do with their buddies' whale.
“We'll know soon,” Frank said. “There's Newton up ahead.”
The tents and fluttering pennants came into sight, close to the edge of town. Cars were already trickling into the dusty parking lot. The Hardys found a place close to the entrance and locked their convertible.
A familiar figure greeted them at the ticket booth. “Hi, Frank. Hi, Joe,” said Knocker Felsen. “How're you doin'?”
“Pretty well,” Frank answered. “And you?”
“Not bad. Listen, you guys, why don't you go right on in? Free, I mean, to make up for what happened the first time. I guess I was just plain jealous and I wasn't thinkin' straight.”
“Thanks, Knocker.” There was a thin trace of sarcasm in Joe's voice. “Your change of heart have anything to do with the whale?”
Knocker looked blank as Frank went on, “And how about Boko. When did he come back?”
“Boko? What do you mean? I ain't seen him in a long time. He ain't been around here, if that's what you mean.” Knocker studied the serious expressions on the Hardys' faces and a smile came to his lips. “Oh, the whale? Is that what's eatin' you?” He broke into a laugh. “You haven't seen our new side show yet. Go ahead. First midway to your left.”
“What did you make of Knocker?” Joe asked as they headed toward the whale side show.
“If he's hiding something he's sure putting on a great act,” Frank replied.
The Hardys paid their money and entered the huge tent. “Hey, what's this?” Joe asked with surprise.
A variety of mounted fish were positioned along the Wallsâsailfish, tuna, groupers, a few sharks, and several other multicolored specimens. On a long board in the center of the tent was a stuffed dolphin, much the worse for wear. And over the dolphin was a hastily lettered, single word:
Whale.
Whale.
“What a con job that is!” Joe groaned.
“You're right,” Frank said. “But no one can accuse the carnival of fraud because from a technical scientific point of view the dolphin actually is a toothed whale.”
“Boy, that's stretching a point mighty thin!” Joe declared as they left the tent.
“To say the least, but that still leaves us minus one Blue Whale and one Ivory Idol.”
The boys went to talk to Sid Solo. He was happy to see them again, but had heard nothing further about Boko. Still under the impressionâas was most everyone elseâthat the Hardys knew where the missing whale was, Solo congratulated them on their sleuthing abilities. He readily granted permission to talk to his employees about Boko.
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