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windows or doors. “What kind of car is that?” he asked an Underground security guard who was also watching it.
    â€œIt’s our new tunnel cleaning train,” the guard answered, raising his voice as the car passed by. “We’re trying it out. It takes in about two million pounds of trash and garbage a day.”
    â€œWhat’s the most unusual thing it ever picked up?” Joe asked.
    â€œI never saw it myself, but I hear we got a mattress once,” the guard said, shrugging. “But mostly, lots of umbrellas, cell phones, garbage, and clothing.”
    Joe waited and watched the platform for a few more minutes, then decided to return to the flat. All the way back, he kept his senses alert, watching and listening for a sign that the intruder was still nearby.
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    While Joe was tracking the intruder, Frank and Jax checked out the flat. At first Frank felt a little woozy from his slamdunk to the bottom of the stairs. But he grew stronger with every step. Careful not to disturb any possible evidence, he led Jax through the living quarters and then into the medical suite.
    When they got to Jax’s medical lab, Frank stopped. “Where do you keep your invention—the Molar Mike?” he asked.
    â€œIt’s in my medical office,” Jax answered.
    Jax started toward the office. As Frank followed, he noticed something glimmering on the floor. “Just a minute,” he called out. He walked over and crouched near where he’d seen the glow. A piece of gray metal lay on the floor.
    â€œIt’s shaped like part of a leaf,” Jax observed, crouching down with Frank.
    Frank reached for a tissue off the lab counter. Then he used it like a glove to turn the piece ofmetal over. “There’s part of a hinge on one end,” he said. “It might be half of a clasp. Have you ever seen this before?”
    â€œNever,” Jax said.
    â€œDo you have a camera in here?” Frank asked.
    â€œSure,” Jax said. “It’s one of those instant ones.” He went to a closet, got the camera, and brought it over.
    â€œPerfect,” Frank said. He took one shot of the front of the pewter fragment, and another of the back. Then he folded the tissue over the metal and slipped the package into an envelope.
    While Frank took the pictures, Jax went into his office. “The Molar Mike’s still there,” he reported, quickly returning to the lab.
    Frank heard the police car, and he and Jax went to the door. Joe arrived at the same time.
    â€œYou okay?” Joe asked his brother. “We took quite a roll out there.”
    â€œI don’t even remember it,” Frank said. “I got slammed from behind, and then I blacked out, I guess. What happened exactly? Someone was inside the flat?”
    â€œUntil you started to open the door,” Joe said, nodding.
    â€œRight,” Frank said. He thought back to the moment at the top of the steps. “Now I remember. I tried to turn the key, but it wouldn’t budge.”
    â€œThe person inside was probably jamming thelock,” Joe pointed out. “Then he—or she—came barreling out, knocked into you, Frank, and shoved you down the stairs into me. We both ended up on the ground. The intruder jumped over the stair railing and ran off. I took off after him but lost the person’s trail in the Underground.”
    â€œCan you describe the person any better?” the policeman asked, introducing himself as Officer Somerset.
    â€œWell, I didn’t get a really good look,” Joe said. “I think it was a man—but it could have been a woman, I guess. Pretty athletic. He dropped from the landing over the stairway, and took right off. Outran me for several blocks.”
    â€œHow about clothing?” the officer prompted.
    â€œDark pants and jacket, black cap with a little brim on the front . . . I couldn’t see any