The Mystery of the Black Rhino by Franklin W. Dixon Page B

crops—but they also know how important it is to ensure the survival of the wildlife, not only for environmental reasons, but for economic reasons. The tourist industry is very important to Kenya, and most tourists come here to see the wild animals.”
    â€œBut how does Professor Makadara fit in to this?” Joe asked.
    â€œUnfortunately, Professor Makadara sees only one side of the issue,” Fenton Hardy said. “He’s been accused of destroying a lot of farmers’ property. I’ve received several reports on him from the Kenya police. They’ve never been able to prove anything, but they feel they’re close.”
    â€œI can’t believe that Lilly would do anything like that,” Joe said.
    â€œMe, either,” Frank agreed. “We were wondering . . .”
    â€œ. . . if I could find out what the situation is with her,” Fenton Hardy finished the sentence.
    Frank nodded.
    Mr. Hardy dialed a number and asked to be connected to Lieutenant Kitale. After a few minutes the conversation ended, and Mr. Hardy hung up the phone. He told his sons that Professor Makadara would be put on trial for his crimes, but that Lilly Mtito had been released. The Hardy boys felt bad for the professor, but they were glad to learn that Lilly was going to be all right.
    â€œI’ll be busy all day tomorrow with the opening sessions of the conference,” Mr. Hardy said, “so I took the liberty of arranging a trip to the Nairobi National Park for you. I hope that’s okay. You didn’t have anything definite in mind to do, did you?”
    Frank and Joe shook their heads.
    â€œThat sounds like a great idea,” Frank said.
    â€œWell, this will let you see some of Kenya’s wildlifeup close. The park is just a few miles outside the city. It won’t take very long to get there, but it’ll feel the same as if you were farther out in the bush. Your mother and I loved it there.”
    â€œWhen do we leave?” Joe asked.
    â€œKind of early,” Mr. Hardy said. “You need to be at the hotel entrance at four— A.M. ”
    The Hardy boys groaned.
    â€œWhy so early?” Frank said.
    â€œThe earlier the better. You’ll get to see the animals when they come to the watering holes,” Fenton Hardy said. “Actually, you’re lucky. Normally the park doesn’t open until six, but right now the Kenyan government is very interested in making you two feel very welcome, given that you saved one of their aircraft and quite a few of their citizens. When I asked about a tour for you, they insisted on going all out.”
    Joe yawned. “Well, I guess I can catch up on my sleep when we get back to Bayport. This may be our only trip to Africa, so we better take advantage of every opportunity.”
    â€œTrue,” Frank agreed reluctantly.
    â€œThat’s the spirit,” Fenton Hardy said.
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    The telephone rang the next morning at three o’clock with their wake-up call. It was accompanied by the rumbling of thunder outside their window.
    Joe was surprised at how easy it was to get up. Frank had a little more trouble. But the Hardyboys made it to the lobby by four o’clock.
    Their guide was already waiting for them. He recognized them immediately and introduced himself as Robert Namanga.
    Robert held up a copy of a newspaper, the Daily Nation. There on the front page were pictures of the Hardy boys, taken at Jomo Kenyatta International Airport.
    â€œI’ve been reading about you,” Robert said. “You’re two of the most famous people in Kenya now.”
    Joe took the newspaper and glanced at the article. “It takes up half the front page!” he said.
    Robert nodded. “Yes. It gives a very detailed account of what happened,” he said. “It also mentions why your father is here in Nairobi, and all the cases you two have solved back in Bayport. It’s very