talking with Joe in my apartment, I realized you might be somewhere in the building. I have to tell you, Frank, I donât like prowlers in my basement. I had a few things stolen last month.â
âSorry,â Frank said. âI shouldnât be here.â
âI donât like liars, either,â Alex said, moving slowly toward Frank. âYou see, I get the feeling youâre still not telling me the complete truth.â
âWhat am I leaving out?â Frank said, keeping both eyes on the ax.
A creepy smile crossed Alexâs lips. âMaybe you also suspect Garfein had something to do with the murder attempt on Karen Lee,â he said. âMaybe you also think he paid someone to do it. And maybe you even suspect Iâm the one he hired.â
âYouâre very perceptive,â Frank said.
âYou have to be pretty devious if youâre going to surprise a guy who writes murder mysteries,â Alex said, fixing his intense eyes on Frank.
With a creak, the door opened.
âThen I guess Iâm pretty devious,â Joe said, standing in the doorway, holding an iron crowbar.
Alex was startled, Frank relieved.
âWhen you didnât come back right away,â Joe continued, âI realized you might be looking for Frank. I know blood is your favorite color, Alex, but why donât you put down that ax?â
Alex was now between the two Hardys. âWhy donât you put down that crowbar?â Alex told Joe.
âDeal,â Joe told Alex. At the same time, Joe and Alex put their weapons on the ground.
âNow,â Alex said, holding up his hands, âwhy donât we try swapping the truth? Because I think weâve got some serious misunderstandings here.â
âDeal,â Frank said. âYou go first.â
âOkay,â Alex said, shoving up the sleeves of his sweater. âMr. Garfein isnât crazy about Karen Lee because sheâs messing up his renovation plans. But neither he nor I had anything to do with the murder attempt. As far as the heat goes . . . â
Alex opened the door of a small metal box mounted on the wall. Aiming his flashlight beam at it, Frank saw a switch between the words On and Off. The switch was obviously turned on.
âThis is the heat control,â Alex explained. âYou can plainly see the switch is in the on position. Even though the boiler flames are going, the heat isnât working because the temperature gauge on the boiler needs to be replaced. Iâve been trying to get the repairmen to come,but they keep canceling on me. Hopefully theyâll be here this afternoon. Thatâs my truth. Now itâs your turn.â
In the name of fair play, the Hardys told Alex they were detectives working for the defense of Nick Rodriguez. They revealed everything, except for the fact that they had just broken into Leeâs apartment.
Alex listened, fascinated. When the tale was done, he said, âSo you guys are detectives, huh?â
âYes, we are,â Joe answered.
âHave you worked on many cases?â Alex asked.
âPlenty,â Frank said.
âWhat type?â Alex asked.
âAll types,â Joe said. âTheft, attempted murder, sabotage, kidnapping, dognapping, catnapping.â
âHow old are you?â Alex said.
âIâm eighteen, heâs seventeen,â Frank replied.
âWow!â Alex cried, lighting up with excitement. âYou know what I should do? I should write a book about you guys. A real-life profile of the Hardy brothers, teenage detectives. A book like that could really take off. And Iâm talking best-seller here. I could make you guys famous!â
Alex looked from Frank to Joe, as if expecting them to be thrilled with his idea.
âDo we want to be famous, Frank?â Joe asked.
âI donât think so,â Frank said, matter-of-factly. âWe get into enough trouble as it is.â
Alex