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this out on the front desk tomorrow morning? Place it where you’re sure she’ll see it.”
    â€œOui.”
    Henri blew out the two candles and led me through the secret corridors back into the lobby, which was now empty. My phone vibrated. I looked at the text. It was from Josh. He said Mom was looking for me. I said, “I have to go.”
    â€œ Bonne soirée , Gwen,” Henri said.
    â€œ Bonne soirée , Henri,” I said. “Thanks for your help.”
    â€œYou can wait and thank me when we are in the front row!”
    I ran up the center staircase, taking the steps two at a time. I slowed and turned my head to look back, and at the exact moment, Henri turned his head and our eyes met.

15

    When I came down in the morning, my mom and JTC were ready to leave for the next round of lacrosse games.
    â€œBehave for Brigitte,” she said to me, and she gave me money for lunch. “And wish your brothers luck.”
    â€œBonne chance,” I called to JTC. They shoved several mini breakfast tarts into their mouths, stuffing their cheeks like chipmunks, and gave me the peace sign.
    One quick look at the front desk and I immediately saw the royal blue paper. I made myself a plate of grapes and tarts, pretending I had no idea it was there.
    Beef entered the hotel through its huge wooden door, which was complete with tarnished golden handle and hinges.
    I concentrated on my grapes and looked out the window for the arrival of the petmobile. I wondered if Fifi and Sylvie would be with us today. As embarrassing as that van was to drive around in, I’d grown strangely attached to it and its passengers. After a while you got used to its unique appearance and odor.
    Beef was instantly attracted to the blue paper. Without hesitation she walked toward it and spoke to the concierge. “Hiya, Étienne, how’re you doing this fine morning?”
    I backed up behind the tree in the flowerpot.
    â€œ Bonjour , Madame LeBoeuf. It is a beautiful day.”
    â€œI see you have this note for one of the members of my next tour. I’d be happy to deliver it for you.”
    â€œI thought your tours were canceled today, Madame.”
    â€œYou are on the ball, Étienne. They were. But I will see this girl this morning. And I’d be happy to deliver this for you.”
    â€œ Oui, merci , Madame LeBoeuf. That would be kind of you.”
    â€œDon’t mention it. Unless I ever need a favor, in which case I’ll mention it. Ha-ha!” She took the note with a big smile. “I’m just joshing you, Étienne.”
    â€œOh. Ha-ha. Joshing. I understand.” He smiled broadly.
    I saw her slide the royal blue note into her pocket, scan the lobby, and leave.
    From my view through the tree leaves, I saw Knit Cap sitting cross-legged in an armchair, studying the people and activity while sipping coffee that was for hotel guests. It seemed like he made himself right at home in the lobby, which was strange because he wasn’t a guest. He’d watched what Beef had just done. Then he found me between the greens and raised his cup in a gesture that suggested he knew the trick I’d just played. Of course he didn’t have his sunglasses on inside, and without them there was something familiar about his face.
    I came out of my hiding place.
    â€œThat had something to do with the key?” he asked.
    â€œYeah,” I said.
    â€œGood for you,” he said. “Now you’re playing the game. And remember that games and puzzles are more challenging if they provide misdirection.” He stood and swung his guitar over his shoulder and went on his way.
    Then I saw the petmobile drive up the boulevard.
    Did I say I was becoming attached to the pet­mobile? The basketball nose was now a beak, and large foam feathers had been stuck to the sides. The horn announced Brigitte’s arrival with a Squaaawk!
    I ran out front to see what this transformation of the