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Mission accomplished!
    “That’s one big calculator,” said Ryan.
    “It’s my brother’s,” I said really casually so he wouldn’t know I’d probably just saved the world from getting blown up. If he knew
I
was the spy, he might let it slip to Mr. Gormulka under torture or something.
    “Wow,” said Ryan as he looked the calculator over. “What does the Y= button do?”
    “I don’t know,” I said. “I’m still trying to figure the thing out. But if I don’t get it back home before Jack knows it’s gone, I’m dead. Promise you won’t tell Mr. Summers I got it back from his desk?”
    “Sure,” said Ryan. “I’m no tattler.”
    I went back to work fiddling with the thing, trying to make sure no secret message had been beamed into it while it was in Mr. Summers’s desk. All I saw on the screen when I turned it on was the message I’d typed in before. The screen wasn’t going nuts anymore; the flashing black dots weregone. I breathed a sigh of relief, found the OFF button, and pushed it. The screen went blank, which I guess meant that the world was safe.
    I was just about to put it away when Mr. Summers came back into the room.
    “Andrew?” he said. “Please tell me you didn’t break into my desk to get that!”
    “Sorry about that,” I said. I tried to smile and chuckle a little bit like people always do when they get caught lying. It never works, but I couldn’t very well have told him that it just
flew
out of his desk or anything!
    It would have been pretty cool if it had, though.
    Mr. Summers walked over and took the calculator from me. “I’m going to have to put it someplace safer for the weekend,” he said. He stepped out into the hall and shouted, “Excuse me, Hank!”
    I heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hall, and a second later, Mr. Gormulka was standing in the doorway. He glared in at us. I could see his M-shaped scar from clear across the room!
    “Got a confiscated item for the weekend,” said Mr. Summers. “Can you put this in Storage Room B until Monday?”
    Mr. Gormulka nodded and took the calculator without a word, then disappeared into the hall. I could hear him whistling as he walked away.
    “Oh man,” Tony whispered. “You’re a goner!”
    I began to panic. Mr. Gormulka, being an evil spyhimself, would probably recognize that the calculator was a spy gadget. And as soon as he turned it on and saw my message, he’d know who the spy in school was!
    If what Ryan said about Mr. Gormulka was even
halfway
true, I was as good as dead!

CHAPTER FOUR
    None of the other people gathered around the piano knew that the kid with the perfect hair and the really sharp suit, the one with a voice like an angel, was really Andrew “Danger” North, international superspy. As far as they knew, he was Thaddeus Arthur III, the wealthy heir to the Arthur Badminton Equipment fortune, who had arrived at the party unannounced and thrilled the other wealthy guests with his incredible musical talent.
    Little did they know that when Thaddeus sang the next song, the high note in the bridge was the signal for Dave the Monkey, his trusted companion, to arrive on the scene and throw a net over Dr. Cringe, the oil executive who was secretly plotting the destruction of the United States and who was watching the whole party from the balcony, wearing a hat to cover up his famous scar. …
    It was too bad I didn’t have a monkey yet. Everyone knows that monkeys are natural lock pickers, and I could sure have used some help picking the lock of Storage Room B. But even if I could get the lock open, getting the calculator out of there might not be easy. I knew that if he caught me, Mr. Gormulka might
kill
me! And even if he didn’t, I could fall into a shark tank the second I stepped inside. Or a spider tank, maybe. Those are even worse than shark tanks. He probably had the room rigged with all
kinds
of booby traps.
    I was so caught up with worrying about getting the calculator back that I