The Phantom Freighter (The Hardy Boys, No. 26)
Franklin W. Dixon
When eccentric Thaddeus McClintock invites Frank and Joe Hardy to accompany him on a sea voyage, the teenage investigators become entangled in a web of mystery. Who is trying to block the three from securing reservation on freighter ships that carry passengers? The determined efforts of Frank and Joe lead to a hazardous game of wits with a ring of slippery smugglers and to a dramatic confrontation on the high seas. Here is an exciting, action-filled mystery that will keep the reader on edge with suspense.
Table of Contents Title Page Copyright Page CHAPTER I - A Strange Substitute CHAPTER II - The Three-Cornered Scar CHAPTER III - Suspicion CHAPTER IV - No Passengers CHAPTER V - More Disappointment CHAPTER VI - The Morton Special CHAPTER VII - A Weird Tale CHAPTER VIII - Missing Letters CHAPTER IX - Code Numbers CHAPTER X - Frank in Trouble CHAPTER XI - Stolen Tickets CHAPTER XII - Harrowing Experience CHAPTER XIII - “Mrs Harrison” Again CHAPTER XIV - Spy in the Shadows
story. “It gives us a clue to work on, at any rate.” He went to a bookshelf. Taking down a thick volume, he thumbed through the pages. “Registry of Shipping,” he said, scanning a column. “If there is such a ship as the Falcon it should be listed here—and it’s not.” “Isn’t there a chance this phantom ship is registered under another name?” asked Frank. “Possibly. But I wonder if the whole thing wasn’t a hallucination of Captain Harkness.” As the boys left their father’s study they encountered
something I happen to know,” Mr. Hardy said. “Besides the case concerning the fake documents, I am working on an assignment for a large company manufacturing electric motors.” “Industrial espionage?” Joe asked. “Not quite. The president engaged me to check on a lot of new motors which bear his trade name but weren’t sold by his company. They’ve turned up in various cities along the coast, but his branch offices and distributors in those places know nothing about them.” “Wouldn’t it be an easy
the police to question him if he does?” “Good idea,” Phillips agreed. “Well, I don’t want any more trouble,” said the driver. “There’s enough already.” Turning to the Hardys, he added, “I’ll take this carton along.” As Frank and Joe drove back to Bayport, they discussed the mysterious affair of the two boxes. What had happened to Aunt Gertrude’s? Had the man with the scar taken it away? Or had it been destroyed in the fire? In any case, Frank thought, the man probably had not given his real
particular. I’m stumped.” “We forgot a bicycle tour,” Joe quipped. He added quickly, “Look! Here comes Chet!” Down the street trudged their friend, round-faced, stocky Chet Morton. He lived on a farm outside of Bayport. Usually Chet was the picture of irresponsible bliss, but today his brows were knit in a frown, and when he greeted the Hardys his voice sounded gloomy. “Hi,” he mumbled. “Going fishing?” Joe asked, indicating a case Chet was carrying under his arm. “No,” he replied. “But