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drawers, behind drapes, and through closets.
    "Hey, check it out." Dan reached into a small carton and withdrew a six-inch-tall action figure, Jonah Wizard in plasticized Phat Farm jeans and warm-up jacket. "Not a very good likeness," he commented. "He's much uglier in real life." "Put that back!" hissed Amy, rifling through a drawer. "It's bad enough we broke into his room. We don't need to steal his dumb toys."
    "It's for my collection," Dan protested. "He's got a whole box of them. Hey -- this must
    be the one with the kung fu grip." He p ressed the button and watched the tiny fist snap closed. "Whoa -- no wonder it's being recalled! You could crack a walnut with this thing!"
    "Look!" Amy's eyes danced with excitement. She turned the toy around in Dan's hand. When the grip was activated, a sequence of red letters and numbers lit up on the back of the figure's headband. "GR63K1!" she read breathlessly. "It's some kind of secret code!"
    Dan snorted a laugh in her face. "For a straight-A student, you can be pretty dumb. Sure, it's a code -- to download a free Jonah Wizard screen saver from his website! The commercials are all over TV back home."
    His sister reddened. "I guess I'm not as much of a couch potato as you," she mumbled in embarrassment, and returned her attention to the search. Dan stuffed the figure in his pocket and joined her.
    The suite had five rooms -- the parlor, two bedrooms, a dressing chamber, and the kitchen. They went through every inch of the place, with no results. The master bedroom had a safe, but it was unlocked and empty. Even an examination of the kitchen and minibar revealed nothing.
    "You don't think he's got it with him, do you?" Dan asked in alarm.
    His sister shook her head. "You don't bring a hot item like that to a place where every
    TV camera in Europe is pointed at you. It's here. We just have to find it."
    "Where do we look?" Dan was running out of patience. "It's too dark, anyway! What's
    up with these fancy hotels putting twenty layers of drapes over all the windows?" He flipped a light switch. A vast crystal chandelier blazed overhead.
    Amy and Dan gasped. At the center of this confection of light hung a basket formed by ropes of crystals. There, dark against the brilliance, was the unmistakable silhouette of a book.
    "The diary!" they chorused. Dan ran for a chair.
    "Not high enough!" his sister barked. "Come help me with the table."
    They took the heavy glass table and hauled it under the chandelier. Dan climbed atop
    it, but he was still too short. "Hand me the chair."
    Soon, Amy was perched on the table, steadying the chair and her brother, who stood on tiptoe atop two phone books on the seat.
    Straining to reach through the strings of crystals, Dan felt his hand close on the
    leather-bound cover. "Got it!"
    He drew out the diary of Maria Anna "Nannerl" Mozart.
    The job of au pair to the Cahill kids had brought Nellie experiences that she never could have anticipated. This was one of them -- crawling on her hands and knees in a marble bathroom, scrubbing a grand duke's toilet.
    No way there's mildew in here,
    she thought bitterly. But maybe royalty could detect stains regular people couldn't see, kind of like "The Princess and the Pea."
    "The Grand Duke and the Bowl." Catchy title.
    One thing was certain. Amy and Dan owed her big for this. She wondered if they had managed to find the diary yet. If only there were some way of knowing that the mission had been accomplished. Then she could conk the Grand Duke's assistant with the toilet brush and get out of this five-star freak show.
    Her brow clouded as the vision grew darker -- Amy and Dan, caught, arrested, or worse. Who knew what dangers were lurking out there in this winner-take-all game? Hotel security was scary enough, but those crazy Cahill cousins were capable of anything! The winner of this contest might literally rule the world. A lot of nut jobs had done some terrible things with that kind of power as a prize. What chance