A Figure in Hiding Quotes

“Dr. Bates, the Hardys’ family physician, had his office at home, a rambling stone house a few blocks from Elm Street. The boys found the office entrance open, and the secretary-nurse allowed them to see the doctor at once. Frank explained why they”
― Franklin W. Dixon, A Figure in Hiding

“The brothers set off for the Bayport airfield minutes later and arrived at 2:57. Presently a loud-speaker blared: “Flight 401 from New York is now arriving at Gate 12.” Frank and Joe joined a stream of people hurrying out to the apron to watch the plane discharge its passengers. Suddenly”
― Franklin W. Dixon, A Figure in Hiding

“Callie rode with Frank in the convertible, while Joe piled in with Iola and Chet. They drove to a spot just north of Barmet Bay, called Gremlin Beach, which had become popular for surf-riding because of its high swells. “What a day for surf-birds!” Joe cried as the foursome jumped out onto the clean white stretch of sand. An onshore breeze was blowing, and the waves from some distant storm were piling into high-crested breakers. Two boats came into view, kicking up plumes of spray.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, A Figure in Hiding

“Hey! Iola and Callie!” Joe exclaimed. The girls waved gaily and the trio hurried to meet them. Chet was chuckling as he ran. “Well, fellows, it’s like this,” he said. “You’re about to be kidnapped by two dangerous dolls—for a beach party!” Frank and Joe stopped short, their jaws dropping open in surprise. Chet, Iola, and Callie burst into peals of laughter. “Man, did I ever have these guys going!” Chet informed his two conspirators. “They were expecting some big underworld trap!” “Who’s complaining?” Frank retorted with a grin. “Callie can kidnap me any day.” “They even brought our surfboards!” Joe said. “And your trunks and two picnic hampers!” Chet added, peering into the back seat. “Let’s go!”
― Franklin W. Dixon, A Figure in Hiding

“Puzzled, the Hardys continued upriver. Forty minutes later they reached the little village of Brockton and tied up at the public boat landing. A little boy with a sunburned nose who was fishing off the dock with a bamboo pole scowled at them. “Can you tell us where Mrs. Lunberry lives?” Frank asked him with a smile. “That gray cottage over near the woods.” The lad indicated the direction with a jerk of his head and kept on scowling. “You guys realize you just scared off a big fat bluegill?”
― Franklin W. Dixon, A Figure in Hiding

“The Hardys gave their order and slid onto the seat across from him. Frank flipped up the cover of Chet’s magazine and saw that it was Muscle Man. A weight lifter with bulging arms and torso decorated the cover. “Wow! You really are going in for physical culture!” Frank chuckled. “And he-man food,” Chet said, as the Hardys milkshakes were served. “That stuff you’ve got is for sissies. From now on, I’m sticking to ground beefsteak, milk, raw fruits, and leafy vegetables. No more candy.” He paused to flex a bicep and compare it to a photograph in the magazine.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, A Figure in Hiding

“As the boys walked down the stone steps of headquarters, Frank said, “How about a milk-shake?” Joe grinned. “You read my mind. I can sure use one!” They drove several blocks to the Hot Rocket, a favorite eating spot of their high school crowd. A familiar yellow jalopy was parked outside. “Well, well! Look who’s in there!” Frank said. The chunky figure of Chet Morton, the jalopy’s owner, was seated in one of the booths. He was poring over a magazine and munching a hamburger. “Hi, fellows!” he mumbled.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, A Figure in Hiding