The Disappearing Floor Quotes

“Oh yes?” Chet retorted. “Hop over to the Bayport Soda Shop with me, and I’ll show you what I’m investing in—a year’s supply of the biggest banana splits you ever saw!”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Disappearing Floor

“Aunt Gertrude sputtered indignantly as Frank and Joe hurried away without waiting for any pie à la mode. They jumped into their convertible and followed Chet’s jalopy. Dusk was falling as the four friends pulled up near the cove. An old, rather battered-looking coupé was parked among the trees.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Disappearing Floor

“Ain’t surprised,” Clams said, without taking the pipe out of his mouth. “That’s just a nickname. ’Bout ten years ago there was a coupl’ attacks on swimmers by tiger sharks that come in the bight, so folks thereabouts took to callin’ it Tigers’ Bight. No one goes there much any more. Pretty desolate now.” Frank took out a pencil and a scrap of paper, and asked Dagget to draw a map so he and Joe could find the place. The old ferryman obliged.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Disappearing Floor

“At the boat dock a few passengers had already boarded the Sandpiper. But Clams Dagget was leaning against a bollard, smoking his corncob pipe, apparently in no hurry to shove off. He greeted the Hardys with a nod. “Hi, lads! How’s the detective business?” “Booming,” Frank replied with a smile. “Maybe you can help us. Ever hear of a place called Tigers’ Bight?” “Sure. Down south of the bay. I once lost an anchor there.” The Hardys became excited. “We couldn’t find it on the map,” Joe said.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Disappearing Floor

“Frank and Joe were mystified as they drove away from the Haley Building. Both boys would have liked to go out in their boat to sift through their thoughts in the fresh salt air and sunshine. Since the Sleuth was not yet repaired, they settled for a drive to the harbor. The Napoli was moored at the dock. Tony was touching up worn spots with varnish, while Chet Morton lolled on a thwart, practicing knots. Frank and Joe strolled out to chat with them.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Disappearing Floor

“Two minutes later the brothers’ convertible was speeding downtown. It pulled up in front of a new office building on Main Street. An elderly night watchman was seated at a desk in the lobby. As Frank and Joe entered, he glanced up at the wall clock, which read 9:41. “Kind o’ late, you fellers. This place’ll be closin’ up in about twenty minutes—in fact, the building’s practically empty now. Someone you wanted to see?” When Frank showed his identification, the watchman’s face brightened. “Oh, Fenton Hardy’s boys, eh? Well, I’m pleased to meet you!”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Disappearing Floor

“the western sky as they drove out of Bayport’s residential district and into the wooded outskirts of town. Soon they pulled up on the dirt lane directly in front of the Perth mansion.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Disappearing Floor

“The boys hurried to the Hardys’ convertible. A red glow of sunset suffused”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Disappearing Floor

“He paused to sniff the aroma wafting from the kitchen. “Mmm! Do I smell chicken?” “Fried chicken.” Mrs. Hardy had paused at the door and smiled as she glanced in. “And there’ll be honey to go with Aunt Gertrude’s hot biscuits. Would you like to have dinner with us, Chet?” “Would I? Boy, and how! But I’d better call Mom and let her know.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Disappearing Floor

“Joe grinned and glanced out a window at Chet’s red jalopy. “Who else?” He went to open the front door as their chunky friend came bounding up the walk.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Disappearing Floor

“Just then a car pulled up in front of the house with a squeal of tires and a series of loud backfires. “Don’t tell me—let me guess. It’s Chet Morton,” said Frank.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Disappearing Floor

“Aunt Gertrude paused in the midst of trimming a pie crust as they rushed out through the kitchen door. “Land sakes! Where are you boys off to now?” she scolded. “Don’t you realize you’ll ruin your digestions?” “On your cooking? Why, Aunty!” Joe grinned and ducked out before she could retort.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Disappearing Floor

“More cautiously than ever, the Hardys approached the old mansion. The house, covered with fading clapboards, was fronted by a low veranda and topped off with turrets and decaying latticework. Ragged clumps of shrubbery grew close to the walls.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Disappearing Floor

“A short time later Frank swung up the graveled driveway leading to the Mortons’ farmhouse. Chet’s pretty, dark-haired sister Iola was seated on the front porch with her blond, brown-eyed friend Callie Shaw. Iola bounced up from the porch swing as the boys stepped from the car. “Hi!” she exclaimed. “Wait’ll you see the surprise Callie and I have to show you!” The girls’ eyes sparkled with excitement. Joe grinned at Iola, whom he considered very attractive. “Sounds pretty important.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Disappearing Floor

“A short time later the convertible pulled into the driveway of the Hardys’ large, pleasant house on a tree-shaded street. The boys jumped out and hurried inside. Fenton Hardy, a tall, rugged-looking man, was in the dining room having a cup of coffee. Seated at the table with him were Mrs. Hardy and the boys’ Aunt Gertrude, his unmarried sister. The detective greeted Frank and Joe with a warm smile. “Sit down, boys, and I’ll tell you what this case is all about.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Disappearing Floor

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― Franklin W. Dixon, The Disappearing Floor