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“Publicity. And then I can plan my final performance and end with the window trick.”
    The magician and the former assistant looked at the boys. “My fate — our fate — is in your hands,” said Mr. Madagascar.
    Ty glanced over at Charlie, and then back at the magician.
    â€œAs long as I get this month’s rent,” Ty said.
    â€œDeal!” exclaimed Mr. Madagascar. “Now come to my room and I will give you your cash.”
    Ty pumped his fist in the air. “Yeah,” he said. “Slamhammer!”
    Mr. Madagascar looked confused, but he put his fist in the air too. “Indeed, Slamhammer!” he said.

The next morning proved Mr. Madagascar and Miss Drake right.
    Newspapers, TV stations, and online channels were full of the mysterious disappearance of the magician from the Abracadabra Hotel’s fourteenth floor.
    Everyone was talking about it, trying to solve the puzzle. There was even a new website — How Did He Do It? — where people posted their own solutions to the mystery.
    True to his word, Mr. Madagascar reappeared at the hotel later that day. He gave a press conference that afternoon, and explained that he would soon perform the trick before the eyes of the public, in one last final show of magic.
    Of course, everyone at Blackstone Middle School was talking about it. But they were more interested in an even more amazing event.
    That morning, when Tyler Yu and Charlie Hitchcock returned to school, it was Tyler who was covered with bruises and cuts. Charlie, on the other hand, seemed perfectly fine.
    â€œUnbelievable,” said Charlie’s best friend, Andrew, as they sat down to lunch. Everyone in the cafeteria was staring at Charlie. “You are the only person to beat up Tyler Yu!”
    Charlie looked up from his lunch. “Who said I beat him up?”
    â€œBut just look at him,” said Andrew. “You obviously won the fight.”
    â€œDon’t always trust what you can see,” said Charlie.
    * * *
    That day, two secret notes changed hands.
    In the break between English and American History, Charlie and Ty each shoved a note in the other’s hand.
    No one saw.
    Ty read his note in his seat at the back of the classroom.

    At his own desk, Charlie unfolded his note.

A few days later, Charlie and Ty stood once more in the vast, shadowy lobby of the Abracadabra Hotel.
    Outside the building, an October thunderstorm crashed and boomed. Lighting flashed, lighting up the giant painting that hung on the lobby wall. The lightning reflected off Abracadabra’s dark shiny eyes.
    Zombie eyes , thought Charlie.
    Tyler glanced over and asked, “You’re not spooked, are you, Hitch?”

    Charlie put his hands in his pockets. “Oh, no,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I’m standing in an empty lobby in a creepy hotel in the middle of a thunderstorm, and you just told me that there’s a ghost floating around here. Why should I be spooked?”
    He turned and looked out the hotel’s glass doors. Sheets of rain fell on the street and sidewalk. “I’m going to get soaked when I go home,” he said.
    â€œWhen did you tell your parents you’d be home?” asked Tyler.
    â€œUh, I didn’t say,” Charlie said.
    â€œGood,” said Tyler. “Then come on. I’ll show you the room where the ghost struck first.”
    â€œBut why do you think it’s a ghost?” asked Charlie. “I mean, did someone see a spirit or something?”
    â€œIt’s because of the voice,” said Tyler.
    â€œVoice?” Charlie repeated. Without meaning to, he shivered. He hoped Tyler didn’t notice.
    â€œAnd because of stuff disappearing,” said Ty. “And because of what Mr. Thursday said.”
    Why did I let myself get dragged into another mystery with Ty? wondered Charlie.
    Because it was another puzzle?
    Because he was afraid Tyler would pound him into the dirt if