“Stand by for a quick retreat!” Frank whispered to Joe. Then he scooped up a handful of grit and gravel and flung it at the sleeping giant.
The figure briefly twitched and groaned. Then the snoring resumed.
Frank picked up several larger pebbles and tried again, this time with explosive results! The man grunted and sat bolt upright. Then as his sleep-dulled eyes became aware of the flashlight glow, he bellowed and leaped to his feet, whirling around as he did so.
He blinked in the dazzling glare, and his jaw dropped open in a stupid gape.
“Gallopin' grasshoppers!” Joe gasped. “It's Zack Amboy!”
“And all of a sudden I know who that Apeman in the drawing reminds me of!” Frank murmured.
“You're right! His face looks like Zackâs!”
“Who's out there?” Amboy demanded. “What's going on?”
The two young sleuths shifted their flashlight beams so he could see them, and Frank said, “We're the Hardy boys, Zack, Frank and Joe. Remember us?”
“Sure! You bet I do! B-B-But ... where am I? ... How did I get here?”
“That's just what we were going to ask you,” said Joe.
The muscular giant seemed dazed and utterly bewildered. He shambled forward and peered out at the tree-covered slope, then glanced back at the spot where he had been lying. “This is a cave!” he mumbled, as if he were just becoming aware of the fact.
“That's right,” Frank said evenly, his tone expressing neither belief nor disbelief in Zack's amazement.
“Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle!” Amboy blurted.
“You sure could be in that getup,” Joe said with a hint of amusement. “Some people might think that's the Apeman's costume you're wearing!” 155
“The
Apeman?
” Zack Amboy echoed in a troubled voice. “Now wait a minute! You guys don't think I'm that nut who's been going around posing as the Apeman, do you?”
“Why don't you tell
us?”
said Frank. “Are you or aren't you?”
“Of course I'm not!”
“Then what're you doing in that fur getup?” Joe asked.
“How do I know?” Zack put one hand to the top of his head and added, “Look! Do I have a big mop of hair like the Apeman's got? Does my jaw stick way out like his does?”
“All that's just a matter of makeup. You're still wearing the right costume for the role.”
“Wait a minute!” Frank broke in. “If you don't know how you happen to be wearing that fur suit, can you at least tell us how you got here?”
“I don't know that, either!” Zack's voice came out as a strange mixture of a wail and a bellow. It might have sounded comical coming from so large and powerful a man, had the look on his face not been dead serious.
“What do you remember? Anything at all?”
“Not much.” Zack paused, rubbing his head again and scowling. “Say, what day is this?” he exclaimed suddenly.
When Frank told him, the muscle man nodded.
“That's what I thought... Well, let's see. IâI seem to remember leaving the house this morning ... and I've got a hunch I worked out at the gym ... but it's all pretty hazy.”
The Hardy boys exchanged doubtful glances.
“You've gotta believe me!” Zack pleaded. “I'm not that loony who goes around acting like the Apeman and busting things up! I swear I'm not! Somebody's trying to frame me! They just planted me here in this getup!”
Again Frank and Joe looked at each other. “It's possible that someone slipped him some knockout drops,” Joe theorized, “or maybe a drug that wiped out his memory.”
“Okay,” Frank said. “I suppose it could have happened that way. But you'll have to admit, Zack, the way things stand right now you look pretty suspicious.”
“How did you guys find me?”
“A telephone tip,” Frank said tersely, not wanting to give away anything more than necessary.
Zack not only made no effort to get away, he meekly promised to hold himself available for questioning by the police. He even asked the Hardys to give him a lift to some place where he might get a ride back to his home in Brooklyn.
“We're headed for the Westchester County Airport,” said Joe.
“That'll do fine!” Zack said gratefully. “Maybe I can get some mechanic's duds there to cover up with.”
On the way to the airport, Zack kept trying to convince the boys of his innocence. “Would I strand myself way out here in the boondocks,” he argued, “without a car or a bike? Or even any street clothes!”
“For all we know, you might've been expecting someone to pick you up,” Joe pointed out.
“But why should I even
want
to go around posing as the Apeman and getting everyone sore at me? I've got nothing to do with that Apeman television program! All I know about it is what I've heard from Rollo Eckert!”
The Hardys were immediately intrigued by Zack's mention of the weight lifter with the broken leg whom they had met at the Olympic Gymnasium. Both remembered him saying that he was from California.
“What does Rollo Eckert know about âThe Apeman' TV show?” Frank asked as they drove along.
“Plenty! At least he knows a lot more than I do!” Zack replied. “He was hoping to land the starring role on that program. In fact, he was one of the two finalists for the part.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Sure, I'm sure! He only lost out to Dante Mazzola at the last minute. The casting of the show was big news among top body builders all over the country.”
Jack Wayne, who had evidently been on the lookout for the Hardy boys, waved excitedly as they pulled up at the airport. “I just got a flash from your dad about ten minutes ago over my plane radio!” he reported.
“What's up, Jack?” Frank inquired anxiously. “Anything wrong?”
“He said to tell you that Noah Norvel's mansion was raided by the Apeman impostor a little more than an hour ago.”
The Hardy boys were startled by the news. From the stricken look on Zack Amboy's face, it was clear that the fur-clad strong man realized that this development placed him under even deeper suspicion than before.
The airport lay about midway between the Comic Art Museum and Noah's mansion, which meant they could drive to the latter in about fifteen minutes.
Frank said, “Do you mind waiting around for us awhile longer, Jack, while we check out what happened at Noah Norvel's?”
“No problem. From what your dad said, I expected you'd want to go there.” With a grin, the pilot jerked his thumb toward Zack Amboy and added, “While you're gone, I'll see if I can rustle up a suit of coveralls to fit this bruiser.”
“Great! Thanks, Jack. Also, please call Mr. Tappan for us and tell him we're okay. Here's the number.”
The Hardys were soon on their way to the cult leader's mansion. They found several scout cars drawn up in the long driveway while policemen searched the grounds for clues. The house was ablaze with lights. Frank and Joe had no difficulty gaining entrance, and they learned that their father had asked the FBI to notify the local police of their probable arrival.
Noah, however, was in a towering rage and glared at the Hardy boys suspiciously.
“How many people were here with you at the time of the raid?” Frank asked him.
“Six of my children, if it's any of your business!”
“You mean your own children or members of your cult?”
“Children of Noah!” Norvel snapped.
“What about servants?” put in Joe.
“The children act as my aides and also do whatever household work is necessary.”
The bearded cult leader's response drew scornful looks from both the Hardys, who realized this meant, in effect, that Noah used the teenage culties as his personal slaves.
Under prodding from Lieutenant Allen, the policeman in charge of the case, Norvel repeated his story of what had happened. He said that the fake Apeman had broken open the front door and come bursting into the mansion. He had knocked out the three male culties when they tried to resist him and had gassed two of the girls unconscious with a chloroform-soaked rag.
Noah himself had been roughed up and tied. “I couldn't even call the police till I managed to pull one of my wrists free and got loose from the ropes,” he related angrily. “Meanwhile, that maniac rampaged around, smashing furniture as you see, and ransacked my private study!”
When Frank asked to interview the cultie servants, the three youths who had been knocked out and the two girls who had been chloroformed were brought in. The sixth cultie, who was another teenage girl, the Hardys were now told, had been dragged off by the fake Apeman as a hostage.
“What was her name?” Joe exclaimed suddenly.
“Sue Linwood, as if you didn't know!” Norvel ranted.
Frank responded with a hard look of his own. “How come none of your outside guards were able to stop the intruder?” he demanded.
“Because they were decoyed away and kayoed, one by one, which I'm sure is no news to you!”
“Just what is that supposed to mean?” Frank exploded.
Instead of answering, Noah flung up his arms in a melodramatic gesture of disgust and turned to the police captain. “I've had enough of this farce!” he exploded. “I'm willing to bet these two and their father were behind tonight's raidâas cover-up for a plot to snatch the Linwood girl away from my control!”
“You're crazy!” Joe blazed at the cult leader.
“Am I? Then how does it happen you were seen less than an hour ago in company with the fake Apeman?”
19
Hidden Duo
The Hardy boys were caught off guard by Noah Norvel's sudden accusing question.
Frank recovered first. “How would you know where we were or whom we were seen with, if you were tied up here at your house?”
“For your information,” the cult leader gloated, “I was tipped off by an anonymous phone call just before the police arrived.”
“Very convenient,” Joe needled. “If you don't even know who called, there's no way anyone can check up on your story, is there?”
Noah's face flushed angrily. “You two are the ones who'd better start worrying about having your story checked up on!” he rasped.
Police Lieutenant Allen eyed the Hardy boys keenly. “Is this true, what Mr. Norvel says,” he cut in, “about you fellows being with this phony Apeman?”
“Not exactly, sir,” Frank replied. “We were with someone who was dressed in a costume like the Apemanâs, and being a weight lifter, he also happens to be muscled like the Apeman. But that doesn't prove he's the vandal who's been posing as the Apemanâin fact, I'm convinced he's not. Don't you agree, Joe?”
“Definitely. What's more, we have reason to believe he may have been drugged tonight, Lieutenant. It looks as though someone deliberately tried to frame him.”
“What's this muscle man's name?” Allen asked.
“Zack Amboy,” Joe said. “He's promised to hold himself available for questioning.”
“H'm.” The policeman frowned. “He may not be the only one who'll have to be questioned. In view of what's happened tonight and what you've just told me, you two may have to testify before a grand jury yourselves. Normally I'd be inclined to hold you both as material witnesses. However, because of your father's reputation and the fine detective work you fellows have done on your own, I'll let you go for now, that is, if you'll agree to cooperate anytime we need you up here, to help carry out our investigation.”
“You have our word, sir,” the Hardys promised. Despite Noah Norvel's angry remonstrances, Lieutenant Allen allowed them to leave the mansion.
The boys sped back to the Westchester County Airport, where Jack Wayne and Zack Amboy were waiting, avid for news of the night's events.
Frank and Joe filled them in. Then the elder Hardy boy asked Zack, “Any idea where Rollo Eckert is staying while he's here in the East?”
“Sure. He's renting a seaside cottage not far from Bayport, where you guys live. It's right on the outskirts of Shoreham.”
“Shoreham?”
echoed the Hardys.
As Zack nodded, Frank asked, “Have you actually seen his cottage?”
“Yeah, I've been there.” Zack explained that Eckert had brought no exercise equipment with him when he left California. So he had placed an order through the Olympic Gym for a pair of fixed-weight dumbbells, which he could work out with regularly, in spite of his broken leg. Zack, who enjoyed sailing, had volunteered to bring the dumbbells from the gym to the cottage on his boat, and Eckert had accepted the offer.
“Can you tell us exactly how to find the cottage?” Frank pursued.
“Sure, I can draw you a little map. Why, are you guys gonna look him up tomorrow?”
“Sooner than that. We might even pay him a visit tonight.”
Before taking off, the Hardy boys tried to call their father to report developments and ask his advice, using the radio transceiver in Jack Wayne's airplane,
Skyhappy Sal.
But they could get no response.
“Any idea where Dad was calling from when you talked to him tonight?” Joe asked the pilot.
“Long Island, I think. He said he was checking out some important leads on a case, and he wanted to know if I could pick him up at MacArthur Airport tomorrow, in case he needed to get back in a hurry.”
Frank said, “If we can't raise him before we land at Bayport, could you fly to MacArthur tonight and try to locate him, Jack?”