The Jungle Pyramid [antikvár]

CHAPTER I Gold Heist Frank Hardy turned thé controls oL a stereo set. "I'll see if I can find some country music, Joe," he said to his brother. "Waiting for Dad to phone about a new mystery gives me the jitters." "Same here," said Joe. "I wonder why he didn't tell us anything about the case he's on." "It must be top secret." The Hardy boys were sons oL Fenton Hardy, a private detective who worked out of Bayport since retiring from the New York Police Department. Dark-haired Frank was eighteen. Joe was blond and a year younger. Their father had taught them most of what he knew about crime detection, and they sometimes helped him with his investigations but often took cases of their own. A Kentucky hoedown came over the stereo, and a nasal voice sang the "Blue Grass Blues." Joe was lying on the floor, his hands cupped 1