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substitution.”
    “Is there a number on the map?” asked Lily. “Maybe we already have the number key, but it’s hidden on Wade’s chart.”
    “Smart, Lil.” Becca squinted over the map. Wade noticed a little thing she did when she was concentrating. A squiggle of her lips.
    Dr. Kaplan stood. “Smart, yes, but there are hundreds of numbers on the map. Coordinates, degrees. I can’t help but feel that Uncle Henry would point to the number directly, with a specific clue—”
    “Maybe he did, with this,” said Darrell. He flipped the corner of the map over. In faint script it read Happy Birth-day, Wade . “Mom told me that pencil marks are great on manuscripts. They last for years but they can be erased. Anyway, a birthday is a number.”
    “Holy cow,” said Lily. “Wade, what’s your birthday?”
    “October sixth.”
    “Ten and six,” said Becca. “Sixteen. So the substitution for each letter is sixteen letters away? Let’s start.”
    They counted sixteen letters from each letter of the first two words of the coded message.
     
    Lca guygas . . .
     
    became
     
    Mzo apiaoq . . .
     
    Darrell tried to pronounce it. “May-zo app-i-ay-ock?”
    Lily turned to Roald. “This isn’t a language, is it?”
    “No,” he said. “We must have gotten the substitution wrong.”
    “Wait,” said Becca, tapping the map. “If your uncle likes codes and puzzles, maybe he meant everything about the message to be a clue, right? So what about the minus sign in ‘birth-day’?”
    Wade leaned over the faint pencil marks. “Maybe that’s just the European way of writing it. Is it, Dad?”
    His father raised an eyebrow. “Or maybe Heinrich is asking us to subtract the day from your birthday. In other words, October sixth isn’t ten plus six, it’s ten minus six. Let’s try four.”
    They did.
     
    Lca . . .
     
    became
     
    The . . .
     
    “I know that word!” Lily screamed. “That’s it!”
    Dr. Kaplan laughed. “So the number is four. We count off four letters from the letter in the code to give us the correct letter, like this.”
    He scribbled on Darrell’s pad for the next few minutes, then showed them.
     
    B = S
    L = T
    A = E
    U = R
    S = N
    T = C
    E = D
    R = F
    N = G
    C = H
    D = I
    F = J
    G = K
    H = M
    I = O
    J = P
    K = Q
    M = V
    O = W
    P = X
    Q = Y
    V = Z
    W = B
    X = L
    Y = A
    Z = U
     
    “If we’re right about this decryption code, where the email message uses the letter B , it really represents S , and so forth down the line. So when the whole message is translated . . .” Dr. Kaplan scratched away on the pad for several minutes. He breathed in and out more excitedly until he dropped his pencil and spoke.
     
    “The kraken devours us.
    Strange tragedies will now begin.
    Protect the Magisters Legacy.
    Find the twelve relics.
    You are the last.”
     
    Wade felt a twinge in the center of his chest. You are the last . That was never a good message, especially when it was in code. But the other words? Tragedies? Legacy? Relics?
    “Magister,” said Darrell. “Is that like a magician?”
    Dr. Kaplan shook his head. “More like a master. A title of respect. Like professor .”
    “Okay, but we’re not calling you Magister, Dad.”
    “And kraken?” said Lily. “What’s kraken?”
    “Sort of a giant squid,” Becca said. “A sea monster. It’s in legends and stories and things.”
    Wade blinked. Where does she get this stuff? Substitution codes and krakens? Is it really all that time she spends poring over books or is she an actual genius? Either way, she’s kind of amazing.
    “How did your uncle know yesterday about the tragedies they’re talking about this morning?” asked Lily.
    “What tragedies?” Darrell asked.
    “The things going on all over. It’s been on the net all morning. Look.” Lily linked to a news page on her tablet and scrolled down. Below the political news was a photo report of a building collapse in the center of Rio de Janeiro, in Brazil. Below that were