lightning bolt was generated.â
A spark of interest appeared in Amchickâs eyes. âOh, yes. Fascinating device. Of course, Iâve never seen its inner workings, but I can make a few guesses.â He began talking about electric potential and a number of other subjects. Frank felt more confused when Pete Amchick finished speaking than when he had begun.
âThatâs all very interesting,â Joe said when Amchick finally finished his lecture. âDo you think you could build something like that?â
âProbably,â Amchick said. âI suppose I could find all the necessary parts at the university. Why do you ask?â
âOh, we were just curious,â Frank said. âI betSimon Devoreaux would like to know a little more about that gadget that almost zapped him.â
âHave you gotten a chance to speak to Devoreaux yet, Mr. Amchick?â Joe asked.
âNo,â Pete Amchick said calmly. âBut thatâs because of the unfortunate events of this weekend. Iâm sure that when all of this calms down, heâll be willing to speak to me.â
âWhat exactly is it you want to talk to him about?â Joe asked.
âThe matter is private,â Amchick said. With that, he turned back to his books and ignored the Hardys.
Joe and Frank looked at each other with expressions of frustration, then began to get ready for bed.
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The next morning Joe awoke with a groan. He had slept on the floor at the foot of Brianâs twin bed, using a bed sheet as a blanket. Frank, who had slept in the narrow space between the bed and the wall, rolled over and gave him a sour look.
âThat,â Joe said, âwas the lousiest nightâs sleep Iâve ever had. Are you sure that sleeping on the floor is really an old tradition at science fiction conventions, Brian?â
Brian sat up slowly. âSure it is,â he said between yawns. âOf course, going seventy-two hours without sleep is also an old science fiction fan tradition.â
âWeâre getting there,â Frank said, standing up and stretching. âI spent half the night staring at the ceiling and the other half staring at my watch.â
Chet, who had slept on the couch, got to his feet. âLetâs go get some breakfast,â he suggested.
Joe looked around the room. âBy the way, Brian,â he asked. âWhat happened to your uncle Pete?â
âHe got up early and headed out,â Brian said. âDidnât you notice?â
âI canât believe it,â Joe said. âI must have actually been sleeping.â
An hour later, after they had showered and eaten a quick breakfast, Brian and Chet left to attend a panel discussion. Frank and Joe stopped by the huckster room, where they found a dealer selling toy guns like the one that had been used to shoot at Simon Devoreaux on Friday evening. The dealer had no idea how anyone could have slipped a pistol inside one of his guns.
By late morning Joe was beginning to get discouraged as he and Frank wandered through the motel lobby and down the hallways. They had come up with no new theories and had found no new evidence.
As Joe passed a small room, he noticed a dim flickering of light visible through a small window in the door. Curious, he walked up to the door and peered inside.
What he saw startled him. âWell, what do you know,â he said, squinting into the darkness. âPete Amchickâs in thereâwith Simon Devoreaux.â
Frank crowded in beside his brother for a glimpse through the window. âWell, Amchick finally got to talk to Devoreaux.â
âDo you think we should leave those two in there together?â Joe asked. âIf Amchickâs the one whoâs been trying to kill Devoreaux, itâs probably not a good idea to leave them alone.â
âTheyâre not alone,â Frank said, peering through the window. âI can see
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