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and pulled down the hidden rope ladder that led up to their secret tree house. The tree house was where they did all their best thinking, and also their best lemonade drinking, hiding from homework, and designing the spy gear they would have in the future. It was also where they kept their case files. Their father, Fenton Hardy, was a former member of the Bayport Police Department. He had always taught them to keep good records, because you never knew when you might have to look back for information.
    â€œWhat should we call this case?” asked Frank.
    Joe thought for a moment. “‘The StolenBicycle’?” he said. Then he shook his head. “No. We should call it ‘The Bicycle Thief,’ since we spent all afternoon looking for the thief, and the bike was right here!”
    THE BICYCLE THIEF,
Frank wrote in big letters. Then, underneath it, he wrote:
    CULPRIT: EVERYONE!