Because if they can't outwit the Vespers, the unthinkable will happen. Atticus will die. Time is running out for Grace Cahill as she struggles to make the most important choice of her life: a decision that will shape the future of the Cahill family. After spending centuries lurking the shadows, the Cahills' enemy - the Vespers - are planning an attack, and sending Amy and Dan on a dangerous hunt for The 39 Clues might be the only way to stop them.
The source of the family's power has been lost, hidden around the world in the form of 39 clues. Your Mission: Be the first to find the clues. This handbook has everything you need on the hunt: Get never-seen-before intel about the Cahill branches.
Discover insider information about key players, including the Kabras. Track branch strongholds on your own Agent Map. Protect your secrets with 18 pages of codes. Forge documents to confuse rival clue hunters. Good luck on the hunt. You're going to need it. Book 3 in the 1 bestselling The 39 Clues series may just be the most thrill-packed yet! Amy and Dan Cahill have been located once again, this time in the company of the notoriously unreliable Alistair Oh.
Could they have been foolish enough to make an alliance? Spies report that Amy and Dan seem to be tracking the life of one of the most powerful fighters the world has ever known. If this fearsome warrior was a Cahill, his secrets are sure to be well-guarded.
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She felt. Her body wrenched upward and backward. She was flying. And then her shoulder hit solid, cold cement. When she opened her eyes, all was dark and silent. I'm dead? For a long time, she heard nothing else. And then: "Hi, Dead. I'm Dan. Amy sat up. Her left ankle ached, and her shoe was missing. Uncle Alistair. He saved our lives. Reached out. From the wall. How --? He didn't amputate it when he -- " With that, Dan's knees buckled and he crumpled to the floor.
As she reached out to grab his arm, her ankle screamed with pain. Don't call nine-one-one. Did my hair turn white? Like in movies, like when people get really, really scared? It is more or less where you thought it would be.
There was a small graffito, an ancient-looking symbol on what looked like an electrical plate. Once I pressed it, the door swung open. I merely brought you both in with me. She felt him flinch. For a horrible moment she felt as if she'd done something terribly wrong. She could tell he was not the hugging type. Then, awkwardly, Alistair wrapped his arms around her. Gently, Alistair pulled himself away, glancing downward with concern.
Amy smiled at her brother, never ever having imagined she would enjoy hearing his stupid humor. She felt a rush of warmth for him. Numbly, he flicked on his flashlight and swept it slowly around the room, until the beam landed on a pile of old relics lying haphazardly on the floor and covered with thick, gray-black dust -- clothing, strange tarnished metal things, a metal box, a globe, a hefty cylinder.
As they all moved closer, Alistair remarked, "Well, the yakuza may control some kind of underground network, but it doesn't look like they've been here in a few centuries. I just made it up out of my own head. He leaned into the pile of stuff and gingerly lifted a small, brittle garment. He was unrolling a scroll that he'd pulled from behind a chest of drawers.
The scroll was open now, blackened around the edges but legible -- three lines of stylized Japanese characters. Alistair looked closely. Wait, let me get the meter right Okay, geometry. I'll get this one. Hang on, give me a minute Like, tap your head twice so I know when to laugh. The snap of its shutting caromed off the walls into the silence. The dead silence. Amy glanced around nervously. I think I dropped my schedule on the track. The trains are pretty frequent, right?
Why is it so quiet? They must have closed down the power. Which means -- " The distant thrum of voices now filtered in through the walls. It was coming from the north, from the track on the side opposite the one they'd used. We must go. Para -- parallelowhatever!
Those are geometric shapes -- right, Dan? They're right here! He took a small cube in one hand, a triangulated tube in another.
Amy scooped up the long cylinder and headed back to the door. In a moment, they were out on the track again. Alistair pushed the thick door closed behind him. Where a seamless, grime-darkened wall once stood, there was now the faint outline of a recently opened door. The train that had almost hit them was now stopped beyond them, its rear cars not yet having reached the next station platform. Amy pulled her shoe from under the rail and jammed it on her foot.
She stumbled, her ankle throbbing with pain. But the thought of stopping petrified her. Clenching her teeth, she ran. They flew down the track, back in the direction they'd come. The station 72 soon came into view, but the track was dotted with flashlights, beams moving around like fireflies. They all stopped, their ragged breaths echoing in the tunnel.
They will arrest us. From the other side, it sounded as if the yakuza had switched over -- to their side of the tracks. Amy looked up. The bottom rung of a ladder hung just above her head. He quickly removed his silk jacket, laid it flat, placed the objects on top, then gathered the jacket edges upward. Dan took a rope from his backpack and tied a knot, making a secure container. Amy was already climbing, grimacing against the pain.
Dan put the other end of the rope between his teeth, grabbed the ladder, and pulled himself up. Below him, Alistair was gawking into the darkness, one hand on the ladder and the other clutching his walking stick. Footsteps thudded against the track.
A man appeared out of the darkness, his soot-covered face allowing only his teeth and eyes to pick up the light -- until Dan noticed the gleam of a dagger in his right hand. Now Alistair was moving. He was on the second rung when a guttural shriek rang out. Dan felt the ladder jolt. He hung on tight, staring at the amazing sight below. With a sharp, precise movement, Alistair had brought his walking stick down hard, knocking the blade from the attacker's hand.
Then, on the back-swing, Alistair caught the yakuza on the side of the head, sending him spinning downward to the track. Amy had managed to push aside the grating at the top of the ladder. Dan scrambled to the street, pulling up the objects behind him. A moment later, with a loud grunt, Alistair heaved himself up onto the sidewalk. A mother pushing a baby in a stroller swerved around them. Dan quickly began shoving the grating back, 75 getting it over three-quarters of the hole before Alistair yanked him away.
Soot-stained fingers, reaching up from underground, were sliding the grate open. Like a golf pro, he drew back his walking stick and swung it down toward the fingers. Dan heard the thumping of multiple bodies hitting the ground below the ladder. Alistair knelt, his back to Amy. Their shadows were elongated in the setting sun, making them look like some misshapen beast.
A car swerved out of the way, its driver shouting at them. We will come back for them! Alistair darted right at the top of the hill, into the open gate at the back of a vast, empty playground.
Alistair let go of Amy with one hand and waved frantically, shouting in Japanese. But as the taxi swerved at him, it picked up speed, its engine roaring. Alistair jumped away. Amy went flying off onto the blacktop as the cab hopped the curb, missing them by an inch.
It squealed to a stop and spun around. At once, all four doors opened. Now even Amy was moving fast. As Dan ran after her, he heard a high whistling sound. It whizzed over Dan's head as he leaped for his sister, grabbing her by the waist. She screamed as they tumbled to the ground again. Dan felt the old man's hand clasp his wrist, yanking him upward. In a split second they were racing into a large steel tunnel, part of the playground.
Dan flinched as each throwing star hit the outside of the tunnel, inches from their heads. They emerged from the other end into a complex of thick wooden climbing equipment. Alistair was running, crouched, his head low and his walking stick tucked under his arm. Splinters flew around their heads like hailstones.
Barking, angry Japanese instructions rang out behind them. Car doors slammed. Tires screeched. Dan, Amy, and Alistair ran blindly out of the playground, across a lawn, into a backyard, over a small fence. The throwing stars had stopped, Dan realized. The yakuza wouldn't use them in a residential neighborhood -- would they? They emerged at the other end of a block, this one with a line of stores on either side. To their right, Dan could hear a speeding engine.
Inside, vendors were packing up, cleaning out stalls. Dan realized that he, Amy, and Alistair could 78 get safely lost in there. The yakuza would be asking for chaos if they followed. Dan stopped in his tracks. A red Porsche was turning into the road in front of them.
Blocking their way to the market. Rounding the corner, the Porsche flashed its brights. Dan cowered, momentarily blinded. Grabbing his sister, he sprang away from the street. Shots flew by them, up the hill from the Porsche to where the yakuza taxi was now bearing down on them. One of the taxi's headlights popped. A projectile cracked the taxi's windshield. The taxi began to skid to the left, whirling. Its tires hopped the curb -- and the car's broad left side hurtled toward Dan, Amy, and Alistair.
Amy screamed. Or maybe it was Dan himself. He couldn't tell. He was only aware of flying through the air. His head banged against the side of the building as a flash of yellow steel rolled by him, massive and dented. With a sickening crunch, the taxi crashed through the plate glass window of a closed flower shop.
Two men groggily worked their way out of the wreck, stumbling for a few seconds while they gained their bearing. Dan, Amy, and Alistair huddled together in the shadows, but the men ran up the hill, looking in dazed fear over their shoulder. And I hated it. Dan slowly stood.
The Porsche was partially blocked from view by the mailbox, but Dan could see its gleaming mag wheels and tinted windows. Suddenly, Dan heard the doors fly open. He froze. Dan's heart thumped as a silky animal grazed his ankle, and he glanced down at an Egyptian Mau that looked identical to Saladin but for the slightly mangy coat. The Mau was slinking over to Amy, who held out her arms to it.
Dan's breath caught in his throat. He scooped up Saladin and threw his arms around Nellie. Amy looked as if she'd just seen a ghost. But to Dan, Nellie felt real, all right. She felt all And a split second later, Amy was all over her, too. Sobbing of course. Which made Nellie sob, too. Which almost ruined the whole thing. Even Alistair was a little teary. Saladin climbed into Amy's arms, and she smiled disbelievingly. I'm, like, ding! Amy and Dan, no-brainer!
Dan felt his blood run down to his feet. Amy gripped his arm. Ian grinned patiently at him -- and brandished a sleek stun gun. You survived the yakuza because of my handling of this weapon. And because I insisted on renting a swift precision car, not the beige Chevy Cobalt your babysitter wanted. Take your allergy meds, okay, so you're not spraying me in the car?
And we squeezed your duffels in the trunk. Dan thought. That meant they had the swords. Dan climbed into the soft leather backseat with Amy and Ian as the others squeezed into the front. She started the car, pulled away from the curb, and floored it to get through a yellow light. Alistair pointed her to the right as she continued: "Okay, update. When I see Poindexter and Morticia on the plane?
I freak. I'm, like, what happened to my kids? I think, they've, like, eaten you. Then they tell me what happened. They're, like, fourteen and eleven, but they talk like they escaped from a Clue game. So I get kinda mad -- you know, act like I'm going to drink 84 it, and then zam, I spritz the stuff all over their faces. Well, I'm, like, 'Nyah nyah, this is really funny,' but they start to totally wig out and fall all over each other to get to their carry-on -they're, like, 'Eek our faces have schmutz on them!
Baad idea. But Natalie slipped during air turbulence. Before we could warn your nose-ringed nanny, she drenched us. Luckily, she allowed us to retrieve the antidote from our carry-on.
Nellie jerked the car to the right, and Dan felt like he was going to carry an Amy imprint on him for the rest of his life. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Amy's hand brush accidentally against Ian's. She let out a yelp and pulled it away. As we explained to your porcine au pair, we have something you need.
And we'd rather have an alliance with a bucket of slime than with a Kabra -- if we could tell the two things apart. Oh, the Lucians have been collecting hints for years. So have the Ekats. And presumably so have He hated that he and Amy were the only ones who didn't know their branch. Alas, neither Natalie nor I understand Japanese. Which is where you, Mr. Oh, come in. We'll give you what we have.
We'll work together. We have our reputation to think of. The Porsche squealed to a stop at a desolate corner. Ian grinned, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small velour bag stamped with the Kabra coat of arms and placed it in Amy's left hand. A stupid gold coin with a symbol on it -- that's how the Kabras were buying their trust.
Alistair had read the Japanese print on the back and claimed it might have belonged to Hideyoshi -might. Dan couldn't stand it. Collaborating with the Kabras was like kissing your sister. Well, maybe not that bad. Just ahead of them, Uncle Alistair was filling in Ian and Natalie on what had happened in the subway.
The late-afternoon sky was a bruised purple as they reached the alleyway across from the subway stop. The silk jacket was still in the corner like a discarded old bag.
Despite the near darkness, Dan could read the familiar look on Amy's face. Sorry to embarrass you in front of your boyfriend, he thought. Alistair knelt to pick up the cube container. With a reluctant sigh, Dan struggled to remove the rusted top from the cylindrical container.
Beside him, Alistair flung aside the cube with disgust. A black-uniformed man got out of the driver's seat and ran around to open the passenger door. Dan crept forward in the shadows to watch. An Asian man, rail-thin and elderly, climbed out. His silver-white hair flowed past his shoulders, and he was dressed in an elegant dark suit with a silk pocket handkerchief.
Walking along the sidewalk, he flipped open a cell phone as he knelt by the subway opening and peered inside. Dan tapped Amy on the shoulder. He heard Uncle Alistair let out a gasp and mutter something under his breath that sounded like "Bye. The old man headed back into the car, and it quickly drove out of sight. Open all the containers. As the others gathered around, Dan trained his flashlight on the text at the center. It was written in dark, elegant calligraphy, surrounded by a faded, unfinished-looking landscape of a rock outcropping and hills.
Alistair began translating: '"In the place of the final conquest, between three horns lies the people's wealth. And by the elements united is entrance granted, the highest to be revealed. That's the key. I know where the clue is! A smile crossed Alistair's face for the first time all day. The name, once so important in his life, now consumed Alistair with rage. His uncle Bae had been so close. Across the street! It wasn't the right time, Alistair reminded himself. He would have to wait.
To plan. He turned in his seat to check on his flight companions. The Kabra siblings were absorbed in an old episode of The O. Quietly, he unfolded the printout from the library. In his lifetime, Alistair had spent a fortune on private investigators looking for the man who had taken everything from him. I will definitely recommend this book to mystery, adventure lovers. Your Rating:. Your Comment:. Read Online Download.
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