and ripped clothing. âWhat happened to you two?â
Frank told her about the trap that had almost caught him and Joe.
âI know that path!â Callie exclaimed. âItâs scary enough without any pits dug in it. Weâd better let Tanya know about this right away.â
The three went down the corridor to Tanyaâs office. Frank had the impression that a door farther along closed quickly as they came into view.
When the Hardys told Tanya what had happened, she was horrified. âThis has gone far enough,â she announced. âI cannot have you put yourselves in such danger. You must drop the investigation at once.â
âThatâs doing exactly what the bad guy wants us to do,â Joe protested.
âSo be it,â Tanya replied. âI canât bear to be responsible for anything that might happen to you.â
âYou wonât be,â Joe pointed out. âIf something happens to us, the one whoâs responsible is the one who made it happen.â
âAnyway,â Frank added, âwe hope to catch him before he can do anything more. You heard that phone call. Did anything about it strike you?â
âNo, nothing in particular,â she said, after a momentâs thought.
Joe pointed to the Caller ID unit on Tanyaâs desk. âYou didnât notice the number the call came from, did you?â
She shook her head. âIâm sorry. We installed that very recently. Iâm not yet accustomed to checking it.â
Her eyes widened. âYou know, the person who came to install it said something about a record of incoming calls. Do you suppose . . . ?â
It took Tanya five minutes to locate the manual for the unit. It took her, plus Joe, Frank, and Callie, another ten minutes to figure out how to access the unitâs memory function. Finally they pushed the correct sequence of keys and read off the number.
âBut . . .â Tanya said. âI donât understand.That isnât an outside number. Itâs a secondary line we have here at the center. It serves the garage and the maintenance building.â
âYou mean anyone can just walk into the garage and make a call?â Callie asked.
âOh, no,â Tanya replied. âThose areas are far too open. You have to use a code to call out from those phones. OhâI see,â she added, in a changed voice.
âWho knows the code?â Frank asked.
âI do,â Tanya said. âAt least, I have it written down somewhere. And Bruce. And of course Carl. Thatâs the line he uses most often, since it serves his shop.â
âItâs too obvious,â Callie murmured. âI think heâs being framed.â
âMaybe,â Frank replied. He asked Tanya, âDoes Carl know about this Caller ID unit? Would he realize that the number could be traced?â
Tanya shrugged. âI doubt it. He isâhow shall I put it?ânot very comfortable with electronic equipment.â
Joe and Frank exchanged a glance filled with meaning.
âI think weâd better take a look around Carlâs workshop,â Frank said. âDo you know if heâs still there?â
Tanya glanced at her desk clock. âHe is supposed to be finished for the day. However, he mentioned to me that he had some work to finish in the nursery.â
She rummaged through one of her desk drawers. âHere are the keys to the workshop,â she said,handing them to Frank. âI hope you find that your suspicions are misplaced. Callie, would you mind staying a moment? I need to talk to you.â
Joe and Frank left the building and walked across the staff parking lot. Carlâs workshop was a rather plain one-story brick building on the far side of the garage and stable complex. A line of evergreens hid it from the main house. Frank found the right key and unlocked the door.
As he stepped inside, Joe smelled a blend of machine oil,
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