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Campanile. On the back were a series of letters that made no sense:
    GVVX   TFQXBSNQ   SK   XMLVN   C&P  —  Z
    Cody recognized the code as Caesar’s cipher, and pulled out her decoder wheel from her backpack.The letter after the dash at the end of the code—
Z—
meant she was supposed to line up the outer letter
A
with the inner wheel
Z
to decipher the message. Then all she had to do was find each outer letter and write down the corresponding inner letter. She quickly began to decode the message, starting with the outer letter
G
, which corresponded to the inner letter
M
. Next came
V
, which meant
E
, and so on, until she had finished.
    Code Buster’s Key and Solution found on this page , this page
.
    Cody handed the brochure back to Quinn.
    “I was going to tape it to the wall next to the door, but now you’re here …,” Quinn said, then he unfolded the brochure. “This tells everything there is to know about the Campanile. Ask me anything.”
    “Okay,” Luke said. “What does
Campanile
mean?”
    “It’s Italian for bell tower,” Quinn said. “Guess which bell tower is the most famous?”
    “The Leaning Tower of Pisa,” M.E. called out,as if she were on a game show.
    Quinn looked surprised. “Right.”
    Luke asked another question, reading from the brochure: “So what are carillons?”
    “A bunch of bells,” Quinn said, “connected to a keyboard, like a piano or organ. This one has been here long enough to hide those diamonds.”
    The Code Busters headed for the entrance to the Campanile. Luke pulled open the heavy glass door and held it for the others.
    “Welcome to the Campanile,” a young college student manning the tall desk said in greeting. He had black hair, covered by a blue and gold Cal Bears hat and matching jacket. “Here to take a tour?” he asked.
    The kids nodded.
    “Everyone under eighteen?”
    Duh
, Cody thought, but said yes, along with the others.
    “Okay, it’s a dollar per person.”
    The Code Busters handed over their money and listened to the introductory spiel as they waited for the elevator in the tiny lobby to arrive. After the car arrived and let out half a dozen passengers, the kids stepped in. They listened to another short lecture from the operator, a female student in jeans and a gray sweatshirt. She recited most of the information Quinn had already shared from the brochure, but added a few extra details about the tolling of the bells. “They ring on the hour, seven days a week, from eight in the morning till ten an night, and on the last day of class, at noon. Then the bells are silent until the end of finals.”
    That sounded foreboding to Cody. Finals must be tough at the university if they couldn’t even play the bells.
    The student continued reciting her memorized lines: “Although the tower is three hundred feet high you’re going up two hundred feet to the observation deck. From there you’ll be able to see theentire campus and all the way to San Francisco.”
    Luke raised his hand to ask a question, as if he were in school.
    “Yes?” the student asked.
    “I heard bones were kept in this tower. Is that true?”
    The girl grinned as if Luke had said something funny. “I get that question a lot. As a matter of fact, yes, the paleontology department keeps fossils from the La Brea Tar Pits here because it’s cool and dry and helps preserve them.”
    “Sweet. Can we see them?” Luke asked.
    “I’m afraid not. Access to those floors requires a special key, and I don’t have one. Sorry.”
    Luke pressed his lips together, looking disappointed, Cody thought. It would have been fun to see some old bones, but at the moment, they were on a different mission.
    The elevator doors opened, and the kids stepped into a stairwell. Cody spotted a bronze plaquementioned in the brochure, hanging on one of the walls.
    “You may stay as long as you like,” the girl said. “I come back every few minutes to pick people up and take them back