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first course. Soon they were joined at their table by Clevon Brooks on one side and a businessman named Tony Manetti with his personal assistant, Rita Davenport, on the other. Manetti was a tall, solid-looking man with slicked-back hair. He worea dark suit with thin pinstriping. Davenport was a pretty woman, with an attractive face and dish-water blond hair. Rose-tinted glasses, which almost matched the color of her dress suit, partially obscured her gray eyes.
    â€œYou guys seem pretty young to be attending the show,” Ms. Davenport said after they’d finished their salads. “Are you shopping or showing?”
    â€œWe’re picking up a Sullivan custom plane,” Jamal said.
    â€œOh, yeah?” Mr. Manetti replied. “You’re not another dot-com millionaire, like that Chow girl, are you?”
    The Hardys and Jamal laughed. “No,” Frank said, “we’re just helping out Jamal’s dad.”
    â€œGood,” Manetti said, relieved. “I’m getting sick of meeting kids who’re richer than me! That Sullivan job you’re picking up—is it a good plane?”
    â€œOne of the best,” Jamal replied.
    â€œMr. Manetti’s shopping for smaller planes at this show,” Ms. Davenport said, “but maybe we’ll check out a Sullivan sometime.”
    â€œThis would be a good place for it,” Joe said. “We’ve seen quite a few at the show already.”
    The rest of the dinner was excellent, though the conversation flagged during the main course, stuffed pork chops. As dessert arrived, the presentation began. Opening remarks by Elise Flaubert gave way to a lecture on the future of aviation byDr. Sirkin, a former space shuttle mission specialist and professor from Cal Tech.
    Brooks abruptly excused himself during the speech. “Old rival,” Rita Davenport whispered to the teens. She and Manetti didn’t stay much longer, though. “Long day tomorrow,” Manetti explained.
    The professor gave a good speech, and Jamal and the brothers sat in rapt attention. After Dr. Sirkin finished, though, the talks quickly became less interesting and more technical. The Hardys noticed Jamal’s eyes straying toward the exit.
    â€œLet’s head out,” Frank whispered, “and check out Jamal’s new plane.”
    â€œSounds good to me,” Jamal replied.
    Joe nodded his agreement, and the three boys quietly left the big hangar. The air outside was nippy, and their breath hovered like ghosts over their heads.
    â€œMaybe we should stay in the plane rather than on the campground,” Jamal said, zipping up his old fleece-collared aviator jacket.
    â€œWhere’s your sense of adventure?” Joe kidded him.
    â€œFrozen, I think,” Jamal replied.
    â€œThat new Sullivan custom will get your heart beating again, I bet,” Frank said. He jogged across the airfield toward where they’d seen the maroon-and-magenta plane parked. Joe and Jamal followed.
    As they passed by the brick administration office, though, Joe suddenly stopped.
    â€œWhat is it?” Frank asked.
    â€œI just saw a flashlight beam across those frosted windows,” Joe said.
    â€œYou think there’s a power outage?” Jamal asked.
    Frank shook his head. “The exit light’s working. Power’s working. So I’m thinking someone’s sneaking around.”

3 Unscheduled Appointment
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    â€œCheck the front door,” Frank said. They moved quickly to the main entrance of the administration building.
    â€œLocked,” Jamal said, trying the door.
    â€œIt could be a security guard,” Joe remarked.
    â€œWe won’t know unless we check it out,” Frank said. “Let’s try the back.”
    â€œI’ll stick around here,” Jamal said, “in case whoever it is comes out.”
    â€œGood plan,” said Joe. “Stay alert.”
    â€œShivering will keep me awake.”
    Frank