Hardy Boys Mystery Series by 26

Author:26 [26]
Language: eng
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Published: 2010-08-23T01:11:06.342000+00:00

CHAPTER XIII

The Fourth Dummy

"LooK out, Joe!" Frank cried again in horror at his brother's predicament.

Joe dived to safety under the large truck. He had scarcely hit the floor when the

driverless cart smashed into the larger vehicle. Boxes and parcels on the hand truck flew

through the air.

Joe, unhurt, scrambled out. He suspected that the fugitive had shoved the hand truck

toward him in an attempt to gain time for himself and disappear in the network of alleys

along the water front.

He caught sight of the fellow at a gateway to the dockyard. Then the fugitive vanished

from view.

Joe raced in pursuit. As he reached the open gate he got a brief glimpse of the fugitive

hurrying up the street, but a moment later he was gone again.

"Probably ducked into one of those stores," Joe concluded.

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That, in fact, was just what the man with the scar had done. The place was a clothing

store known as "Fit-Your-Figure Charlie's." The owner was on the sidewalk, looking in his

display window. Three dummies dressed in gaudy business suits stood staring toward the

street. The stevedore, thinking he was unobserved, darted into the store and looked for a

rear exit. But there was none.

Charlie, who was small, stout and alert for customers, had seen the man, however, and

followed him into the store.

"You seem in an awful hurry, mister," he remarked. "What can I do for you? A nice suit,

maybe. A pair of pants-"

"You've got to hide me! Quickl You got a basement in this place?" demanded the man

roughly.

Fit-Your-Figure Charlie drew back. He decided instantly that this stranger was a fugitive

and he wanted no part of him.

"Outside, mister!" he ordered. "I'm hiding nobody. If you didn't come here to buy, you-"

Charlie got no further. A heavy fist lashed out and landed full on his jaw. The merchant

went down, and sprawled unconscious against the counter.

His assailant took a step toward the door. Then he drew back, crouching. Joe Hardy

was racing up the street. The boy hesitated a moment, as if to enter. Then he hurried on, not

sure which door the

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man he was after had entered. The boy looked into the next two stores, then spoke to a

fellow lounging outside a pawnshop.

"Did a man run past here just now?" he asked excitedly.

The lounger blinked. "I saw a guy run into Fit-Your-Figure Charlie's a minute ago.

Seemed in a hurry."

Joe rushed back and dashed into the clothing store. It was apparently deserted. No

clerk. No customers. Puzzled, the boy returned to the street. Then he heard a groan.

Stepping into the store again, he heard another groan, this time louder. He traced it to

its source, and found the unconscious shopkeeper on the floor. Joe ran to a small office at

the rear of the store, where he found a water faucet and a towel. He wet the towel and

returned to Charlie. The cold water revived the man and he sat up.

"Fellow came in here-slugged me-" he mumbled.

"A man with a scar on his cheek?" asked Joe quickly.

Charlie nodded. "Knocked me out-don't know where he went."

There was a clatter of footsteps in the doorway.

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