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under Ned-now?” Nancy asked.
    Trainey flushed. “What are you implying?”
    “Professor Trainey,” Nancy said, “I’m a de-
    tective. Something strange is going on here.
    Ned asked me to help find out what it is.”
    “Now, look here,” Trainey said impatiently.
    “I have a research assistant in the hospital, another of my students on the way there, fifty marmots missing, and a crucial deadline com-
    ing up in a couple of days. The last thing I need is an amateur detective in my hair. Do I make myself clear?”
    Nancy remained calm. “Do you realize,”
    she asked, “that someone from your group could be behind all the trouble?”
    Trainey’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?
    Knowing she finally had his full attention, Nancy continued. “As I understand it, each marmot’s transmitter has its own distinctive code, right?
    “Yes, of course,” Trainey replied, his voice ominously low.
    “So someone could use the computer to pin down an animal’s location at any given mo-
    ment?” she pressed.
    “That’s what the equipment is designed to do-if you know the codes,” Trainey replied.
    Nancy fixed her eyes on the professor’s face.
    “And who knows them?”
    Trainey shrugged. “Everyone here, I sup-
    pose. The list is in the computer. …” The professor’s voice trailed off as he realized the significance of what he had just said.
    “It all points to an inside job, professor,”
    Nancy said quietly.
    Trainey scowled. “Look, Ms. Drew, are you suspecting me of jeopardizing my project?
    That’s insulting and crazy.”
    “I’m not saying-” Nancy began.
    The professor interrupted her. “I don’t have time for this. Why don’t you go sightseeing or something?” he barked, then stalked away.
    As Nancy returned to the shed, she thought that it was unlikely the professor would jeopar-
    dize his own project, but until she could prove otherwise, he had to be a suspect.
    When she got back to the command post, Ned was sitting up near the computer. Nancy was glad to see that his color was better. “Can you walk?” she asked him.
    He smiled and assured her that he could.
    “All right, we can go,” Jack said from the doorway. As they walked across the camp-
    ground to the parking area, he moved to Bess’s side. “Are you coming to the hospital, too?”
    Bess nodded, and Nancy noticed the interest in her friend’s blue eyes.
    “Good,” Jack continued, opening the door for Ned and then the back door of the car for Bess. He slipped in next to her.
    As they started off in the direction of the north entrance, Ned asked, “What were you talking to the professor about?”
    “The problems the study is having,” Nancy replied, being deliberately vague. “He seemed tense.”
    “He has a right to be,” Ned said. “His reputation is riding on the success of this project.”
    For the rest of the trip. Nancy concentrated on her driving while Jack pointed out land-
    marks. Ned leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed.
    At the hospital the group easily found the emergency room. After Ned and Nancy spoke with the nurse there, an orderly led Ned into an examining room, explaining to Nancy that only the patient was allowed inside. The rest of the group found seats in the waiting room.
    “I am totally starved,” Bess announced.
    “It’s dinnertime.”
    “There are some vending machines down-
    stairs,” Jack said.
    “Is this the hospital Brad is in?” Nancy asked after Bess borrowed some quarters and headed for the elevator.
    “Yes,” Jack replied.
    “I wonder if he’s allowed visitors yet.”
    “I don’t know,” Jack said. “We can ask. I hope he isn’t badly scarred. Burns can be pretty awful.”
    As he spoke, he rubbed a reddish scar on the back of his left hand. “So, tell me about you and Ned. You seem to know each other pretty well,” he continued.
    Nancy nodded. “We’ve been going together for a long time.”
    “Too bad,” Jack said with a charming smile.
    “If Ned weren’t