The Case of the Psychic's Vision by Franklin W. Dixon

each of the boys a slip of paper. “Tardy passes,” he said. “And if this happens again . . . well, just make sure it doesn’t.” He opened a file on his desk and started reading it.
    Frank motioned for Colin and Joe to follow him out. He didn’t want to give Mr. Brooks a chance to rethink his decision.
    When they got back to the hall, Joe let out a big sigh. “Wow! I hope that guy finds another job and fast. I can’t imagine having to deal with him again.”
    â€œAssistant principals don’t stay for more than one year. They’re really just principals in training,” Frank said. “Sometimes prisons hire teachers to teach the inmates. Let’s hope one of those jobs opens up soon. Brooks would be perfect for it.”
    They boys separated to go to their individual classes, but they agreed to meet after school to go to the Hardys’ house to talk.

    On the ride home, Colin was quiet as usual. Frank and Joe were busy thinking about what had happened earlier, so they weren’t talking much either.
    Mrs. Hardy had a big plate of cookies and cold milk ready for them. They took everything into Joe and Frank’s room and shut the door. After they had each eaten a few cookies, Frank said, “Okay, Colin, first let me tell you that I believe what you said about Melanie Johnson—even if it does sound really wild.”
    â€œI do, too, Colin,” Joe added, “but you really can’t go around accosting people like that, if you want to live a normal life here in Bayport.”
    Colin grinned. “I know. I know. It’s just that I’ve had this really dark feeling ever since we’ve been in Bayport about someone. When I bumped into Melanie in the hall today, I knew immediately she was the person I ‘saw’ things happening to when she was just two or three.”
    Frank shook his head. “Colin, you have to understand how hard this is for people to accept,” he said. “As far as I’m concerned, you’ve proven yourself, but from here on out, you just have to be careful how you handle the information you receive.”
    Colin nodded. “I know.”
    Joe looked over at Frank. “What are we going to do about this?” he said. “We can’t just forget it.”
    â€œI know,” Frank said. “And I’ve been thinking about it all afternoon.”
    â€œWell?” Joe said.
    â€œWe’re going to start investigating,” Frank replied. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”
    â€œThat’s what I was planning to do,” Joe said. “And I was hoping you’d be up for it.”
    Frank looked at Colin. “We need to know everything that you’ve seen about Melanie,” he said. “Don’t leave out any details.”
    Colin took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “The first day we were in Bayport, I got this really heavy feeling. I don’t know how else to describe it. I also got a terrible headache and started receiving images—well, really they were like blinding flashes—of a little girl. She wasn’t more than two or three years old, and this man was carrying her out of a house. She was crying, and calling for her mother.”
    â€œWhat else do you remember about the little girl?” Joe asked.
    â€œShe was holding a little stuffed lamb.” Colin hesitated for a moment. “I think the man had to go back for it. I don’t think the little girl had it at first. I think the man went back for it to stop her from crying so much.”
    â€œThat’s strange,” Frank said. “Kidnappers won’t usually do things like that.”
    â€œNo,” Joe agreed. “They snatch a kid and are out of the place as fast as possible.”
    â€œAnything else?” Frank said.
    â€œThat’s it.” Colin leaned his head back against the edge of Joe’s bed. “I might have been able to receive more images, but I