didnât.â
âYou did!â I insisted. âYouâre the Phantom.â
âI was the Phantom. Thisââhe waved his handââisnât me. Are you boys playing a prank?â
âNo, listen. You sent this to us. Iâm Joe Hardy, and this is my brother, Frank.â
That got his attention. He rose slowly from his chair. âHardy? As in . . . ?â
âAs in Fenton Hardyâs sons,â Frank explained.
I suddenly realized that Dad was responsible for putting this man away for fifteen years. He was probably going to hold a few grudges about that.
Frank and I exchanged looks, then took a small step back so we werenât up against the desk. But Kruger didnât notice. He hurried around the desk, went straight toward Frank, lifted his arm . . .
. . . and broke into a huge grin.
He gripped Frankâs hand and shook it enthusiastically. âFinally I get to meet Fentonâs sons! He mentioned you, back when he caught me. Apparently he nearly missed your third birthday, Frank, because he was after me.â
âIâm confused,â I said. âWhy are you so happy to find out who we are?â
Kruger finally released Frankâs hand. âBecause getting caught was the best thing that ever happened to me. If it wasnât for your father, Iâd probably be dead. Please, sit down.â
Frank and I took our seats slowly. To be honest, I was wondering if this was some sort of trick, but Kruger sat back down himself and leaned forward on the desk.
âI suppose youâre wondering about the name change?â asked Kruger.
Frank nodded. âThat and a number of other things.â
âWell, I can explain about the first. The thing is, when I was in prison, I realized how wrong I was. I was young when I was the Phantom. I had all these ideas in my head about being a modern-day Robin Hood. Stealing from the rich, that kind of thing.â
âRobin Hood gave back to the poor,â I pointed out.
âAs did I. It was never made known, but I made sizable anonymous donations to various charities. But still, it was wrong. It took your father to show me that. When I got out of prison, I just wanted a fresh start. I knew I couldnât change my name legally. So I went to the one person I knew who could help me.â
âTrethaway,â said Frank.
âAh, youâve met, have you?â Krugerâs face twisted with distaste. âI regret having to go to him, but I had no other choice. He agreed to supply me with a new identity, but only if Iâd give him the inside scoop on my life as the Phantom. How Iâd planned various heists, that kind of thing. All for this stupid book. I agreed, as long as he kept my new identity secret. Which it looks like he hasnât.â
For the first time since weâd been in his office, Kruger looked annoyed.
âSo,â he continued, âthe Phantom has not been sending you riddles. Or stealing things. Iâm the Phantom. Or, I was . And I assure you, itâs not me.â
âBut . . .â I picked up the riddle. âWe saw youâhim . . . whoeverâat the museum, at the house.â
âWhen?â
âLast night and the day before that. Do you have an alibi for those times?â
âI donât. My son saw me early in the evening yesterday, but he went out to a party. The day before that I was home sick. Some twenty-four-hour bug.â
Interesting, I thought. He was still claiming his innocence, but he didnât have an alibi. So no matter how much this guy objected, he was probably just trying to bluff us. Question was, what to do about it? Make a citizenâs arrest? No proof. Tell the police everything and point them in Krugerâs direction? That was a possibility, but I knew they couldnât do anything without proof.
I looked at Frank, but he seemed to be just as lost as I was. He
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