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58 <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Mystery</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Great</strong> <strong>Wall</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>China</strong><br />
announcement, except for <strong>on</strong>e man who had<br />
been in <strong>the</strong> lavatory at <strong>the</strong> fr<strong>on</strong>t <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> plane.<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> restroom door suddenly flew open<br />
and banged loudly against <strong>the</strong> wall, startling<br />
some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> passengers. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> man staggered<br />
down <strong>the</strong> aisle, grabbing <strong>on</strong>e seat, <strong>the</strong>n ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />
as he passed, trying to keep his balance in <strong>the</strong><br />
turbulence that bounced <strong>the</strong> plane through <strong>the</strong><br />
air.<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> children had no doubt that he was<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir treasure map guy. His eyes were jade<br />
green. His suit was black. His shirt was white.<br />
And every time he grabbed a seat, his jacket<br />
flipped open to reveal a yellow lining.<br />
If <strong>the</strong>y’d had any doubt at all, it was<br />
immediately dispelled when <strong>the</strong> man passed<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir row. Even though <strong>the</strong> airplane was stable<br />
at that moment, he still bolted to <strong>on</strong>e side. As he<br />
hovered over <strong>the</strong>ir seats, he held his fist near<br />
Grant’s face, <strong>the</strong>n opened his hand and let an<br />
object fall into Grant’s lap. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>n he hurried <strong>on</strong><br />
down <strong>the</strong> aisle to his seat in <strong>the</strong> rear <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> plane.<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> man had been blocking Mimi’s and<br />
Papa’s view, so <strong>the</strong>y never saw a thing. Grant<br />
looked down, feeling sure he knew what <strong>the</strong><br />
object was—a fortune cookie.