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the auditions.
    “Nice guy,” Joe said, clearly meaning just the opposite.
    “Too bad the chimney didn’t fall on him, ” Frank added.
    Just then, a piercing scream rose above the clamor of the warehouse.
    The Hardys and Chet turned and saw Daphne standing stock-still near the broken chimney. Her eyes were wide, and her skin looked very pale.
    The brothers and Chet sprinted to her side.
    “What’s wrong?” Frank asked.
    Daphne pointed to the bottom of the pile of broken bricks lying next to the chimney.
    Poking out of the rubble was a skeletal hand.

3 . . . May Break Old Bones
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    The Hardys and their friends stared at the bony fingers that were protruding from beneath the wreckage of the old chimney.
    “What’s happening? Is anybody hurt?” Ward Willingham called as he rushed to the scene.
    “This guy definitely doesn’t look well,” Chet said.
    “But I don’t think the trouble is very recent,” Frank added grimly.
    Daphne shook her head. “It couldn’t be one of the contestants.”
    “Not unless piranhas live in these chimneys,” said Joe.
    “What do you mean?” Willingham asked. Hestopped when he spotted the skeletal hand. The other people in the warehouse began to gather around the chimney as well.
    “Keep back,” Julie Kendall said. “It might not be safe.”
    “Is this some kind of prank?” Willingham asked angrily. He looked around until he found the crew who had been working on removing the rubble. “Do you guys know anything about this?”
    The cleanup crew merely shrugged and shook their heads.
    “All right,” Willingham said, “everyone back to work. We’re on a tight schedule here. We don’t have a lot of time to waste.”
    “You have to call the police on this,” Frank said. “Even if it turns out to be just a prank.”
    Willingham glared, then finally said, “All right. Julie, get the police on the phone, would you?”
    Julie Kendall pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911.
    “We should keep everyone away from the skeleton,” Joe suggested.
    “How about we start with you guys,” Willingham snapped. He waved his hands at the Hardys and their friends, indicating they should move toward the other side of the warehouse.
    The teens, the other contestants, and the members of the crew moved away from the chimneys. Anumber of contestants, including Daphne, took the opportunity to visit the bathroom.
    “The police are on their way,” Ms. Kendall announced as she snapped her cell phone shut.
    “Good,” Willingham said, though he didn’t seem to mean it. “Let’s try to get in some more practice before they arrive.”
    Slowly, the prospective contestants drifted back to their routines. As they did, a loud knock sounded on the door.
    “That’s awfully fast,” Ms. Kendall said, indicating to one member of her crew to open the door.
    The crewman did, and two people bustled inside. The one in front was a well-dressed woman holding a microphone. Behind her came a man holding a TV camera with the letters WSDS stenciled on the side.
    “Stacia Allen, WSDS News,” announced the woman. “What’s going on here?”
    “Nothing,” Willingham said, smiling awkwardly. “We’re holding tryouts for Warehouse Rumble. ”
    “The reality-game pilot that’s shooting in Bayport?” Ms. Allen asked, sticking her microphone in front of Willingham. “Are you the show’s producer?”
    “Yes,” Willingham replied. He lowered his sunglasses, and his eyes narrowed. “Aren’t you from a news magazine on a rival network? I don’t remember issuing credentials to your crew.”
    “How did these news hawks get here before the police?” Chet whispered to the Hardys.
    “Maybe they were listening in on the police radio band,” Joe suggested.
    “Or they could have been on their way here before the call went out to the police,” Frank said.
    “You’re thinking that Hessmann guy called them?” Joe asked.
    “He said people had a right to know what was going on here,” Frank