Mystery of the Flying Express Quotes

“The jet roared on. After a while Frank gestured out the window. “We’re having beautiful flying weather, Joe. Just look at Cape Cutlass down there.” Below them, the cape spread out in bright sunlight. Not a cloud blocked their view. They could see every turn and twist of the coast, every cove and inlet, for miles in either direction. The landscape zipped past beneath the wing tips as the plane streaked north. Joe”
― Franklin W. Dixon, Mystery of the Flying Express

“The motors of the Flying Express diminished to a low purr and the hull sank gradually until it hit the water, moving forward in the manner of an ordinary boat. Through the loudspeaker boomed the voice of the pilot: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to dock at Providence! Watch your step going ashore.” The Hardys and their friends filed onto the dock, and walked up into the quaint town with its gray-shingled houses. Souvenir shops and seafood restaurants lined the main street. Tourists milled around and mingled with the denizens of the Cape Cutlass artists’ colony—good-looking girls in slacks with wind-blown hair and suntanned men wearing beards and sandals.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, Mystery of the Flying Express

“LOUD explosions, like a fusillade of gunfire, echoed through the quiet streets of Bayport. An old jalopy careened around the corner. The driver, plump and freckle-faced, pulled up before the home of Fenton Hardy, private detective. Frank Hardy, eighteen years old, and his brother Joe, a year younger, guessed who was coming before they spotted their visitor. “Chet Morton, for sure,” said blond-haired Joe, looking out a window. “And is he excited!” Chet waved and beckoned. “Hey, fellows! Big doings at the waterfront! Let’s go!” he called out as the Hardy boys bounded down the front steps. “What is it all about?” asked dark-haired Frank. “Hop in and I’ll explain on the way.” The three crowded into the front seat. Chet started the car, which lurched away from the curb, jouncing its passengers as it picked up speed and headed for Bayport Harbor.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, Mystery of the Flying Express