control the van. He felt as though he had inhaled some kind of poison gas.
Frank leaped out of the passenger door and gulped down breaths of fresh air. Then he ran around the van and yanked open his brotherâs door. The younger Hardy tumbled out of the van into his arms.
âHey, are you kids out of your minds?â a man shouted angrily.
Frank turned to see a nearby driver jump out of his car and run toward the Hardys. He was about to yell something else when he saw Joe slumped unconscious in Frankâs arms.
âSomethingâs wrong with my brother,â Frank explained. âHe collapsed while he was driving.â
Frank dragged Joeâs limp form to the curb in front of the van, out of the way of traffic. After a few seconds, Joe began to stir groggily.
âWant me to call an ambulance?â the driver asked. âSorry I yelled at you. I thought you were one of those reckless drivers.â
âNot usually,â Frank said. âI think my brotherâs starting to wake up. Thanks for the offer, though.â
After the man had left, Frank leaned into the cab of the van and looked around the driverâs seat. He smelled the same acrid odor he had smelled earlier. He looked under the seat and saw the corner of a metal canister.
Frank reached under the seat and pulled out the canister. Holding it at armâs length, he placed it on the pavement some distance from where Joe was lying. The canister was open, and there was a foul-smelling liquid inside. The label on the outside of the canister was covered with chemical names that Frank didnât recognize.
He remembered how Joe had noticed earlier that the door of the van was unlocked. Someone must have jimmied the lock and placed the canister under the seat.
âW-What happened?â Joe asked groggily, pulling himself up on one elbow.
âYou got a noseful of whateverâs in that jar,â Frank said, pointing at the canister. âIâve got a feeling itâs not something that human beings are supposed to breathe.â
âWhy am I lying on the side of the road?â Joe asked, looking around.
âGravity, mostly,â Frank said. âYou passed out while you were driving.â
Joeâs eyes opened wide. âPassed out? While I was driving? I could have been killed!â
âI think that was the idea,â Frank said quietly.
âHow did it happen?â Joe asked as he slowly got to his feet. âWhere did that jar come from?â
âIâm not sure,â Frank answered. âBut I think weâll be asking a few people back at WBPT about that tomorrow morning. Right now, we need to air out the van.â
The Hardys pushed the van to the side of the road and opened all the doors. Frank found a plastic bag in the back of the van and fastened it around the mouth of the canister with a rubber band to keep the gas from escaping again. Then he and his brother headed straight for home.
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The next morning, Frank and Joe entered the WBPT studios by the back door and walked down the hall to Marcy Simonsâs office.
âDo you know what this is?â Frank asked Marcy, placing the canister on her desk.
Marcy recoiled at the sight of the canister. âGet that stuff away from me!â she exclaimed. âThatâs poisonous. Breathe too much of it and youâll be out like a light.â
âWe know,â Joe said. âWe found out the hard way.â
âThe engineers use that stuff for really tough electronic cleaning jobs,â Marcy said, âbut only under carefully controlled conditions. They keep it under lock and key in a storage room. Whereâd you get hold of it?â
âSomebody stuck it under the driverâs seat in our van,â Frank said, âknowing that one of us would breathe the stuff. Joe was the lucky one who got to try it outâand almost got both of us killed when he passed out at the