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You guys screamed Haley. Hurry up and rescue me Kyle stepped back. Tried to assess the situation. What is that slot youre hanging on to The bottom of the stupid book drop, said Haley, trotting on the treadmill. I saw it on the floor plan. People can walk up to it on the sidewalk and return their books. I figured it had to lead down here.

Smart move, said Kyle. You could crawl through the slot and escape. If you were the size of a book, Akimi said sarcastically. I never got that far, said Haley. The minute I stepped onto this belt thing, it started moving. Kyle nodded. Probably a weightactivated switch. A book falls in, said Akimi. The sorter starts up. Clever, said Kyle. Plus, it gives our game its first booby trap. Well, the game is no fun if youre the booby stuck in the trap said Haley. Kyle turned to Sierra. We need to stop the belt so Haley can yank her hand out of that slot without falling on her butt or cracking open her skull. Have you ever read a book where the hero outwits an escalator or a rolling checkout belt in the grocery store or something No, said Sierra. Not really. How about one where the hero just flips an emergency shutoff switch asked Akimi. Because thats what Id do if, you know, I found one. Akimi was standing next to a wallmounted switch box.

She flicked it down. The conveyor belt slowed to a stop. Tada Another chapter for my amazingly awesome autobiographyif I ever write one. Haley yanked her hand out of the book return slot. It sort of popped when it finally sprang free. She collapsed to her knees on the frozen treadmill. My hand feels flatter than a pancake, she moaned. Are you hurt asked Kyle. Maybe we should tell the security guys that What That I have a booboo and need to go home Forget it, Kyle Keeley. Youre not going to beat me that easily. Im not trying to Haley showed him the palm of her hand. Save it, Keeley.

She crawled off the conveyor belt. One way or another, Im going to win this game. I just hope starring in Mr. Lemoncellos commercials earns me some decent . She hobbled around the bookshelves toward the staircase up to the reading room. When she was gone, Akimi raised her hand. Question Yeah said Kyle. How come the guys inside the control room didnt flip a switch to shut down the book sorter when they saw Haley doing her cardio chachacha on it Kyle shrugged.

Maybe they werent watching. Actually, said Sierra, pointing to a square tile on the floor near the book sorter, I think they were. Kyle looked down. The tile was glowing like one of the tablet computer screens upstairs in the rotunda. Kyle read the words zipping across the illuminated square. Congratulations, he read out loud. For helping Haley and being a sport, youve earned much more than a good report. The tile popped open.

Inside a small compartment was a rolledup tube of paper with a yellow card clipped to its end. Huh, said Akimi. I guess somebody was watching. Kyle pulled the yellow card off the paper tube. It smelled like lemons. Whats it say asked Sierra. Kyle flipped the card over so Sierra and Akimi could see what was printed on it: SUPERDOOPER BONUS CLUE. Oh, man, that was so dumb Haley could not believe how idiotic she had been.

Trying to crawl out of a book return slot Chya. Like that was going to work. She was giving herself a good talkingto as she trudged up the steps to the first floor. When she entered the rotunda, she saw Charles Chiltington slipping out into the lobby again. Chiltington was a snake. Worse. A garden slug. Maybe a leech. Something oily and slimy that left a greasy trail and liked to mooch off other peoples ideas.

That was why Chiltington had tailed the twin library nerds, Peckleman and Fernandez, upstairs during last nights dessert hunt. Haley was smart enough to know that Chiltington was hoping to steal the book geeks ideas.
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