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salad!” Lucy said.
    Bradley and Nate both had PB&J.
    Bradley thought about Lucky and Officer Fallon. He still wondered who had told Officer Fallon that Lucky was the thief.
    “We have to talk to Lucky,” Bradley said.
    “Why?” his brother asked.
    “He might know who told Officer Fallon to arrest him,” Bradley answered.
    “But Lucky’s in jail,” Brian said.
    “So we can ask Officer Fallon to let us see him,” Nate said. “They let prisoners have visitors.”
    “How do you know?” Lucy asked.
    Nate grinned. He had a milk mustache. “I saw it on TV,” he said.
    Ten minutes later, the kids walked up the steps of the police station. Pal pulled on his leash.
    The police station was warm and quiet. A radiator hissed. A clock ticked.
    “It’s creepy in here,” Nate whispered.
    “Just be glad you’re not Lucky,” Lucy said. “He’s in a jail cell!”
    “Yuck,” Brian said. “I heard they sleep on cement beds! With spiders and rats!”
    “And all they feed you is bread and water!” Nate said.
    “You guys watch too much TV,” Lucy said.
    Just then the door opened. Ben and Ralphie walked in.
    “Hey, what’re you guys doing here?” Ben asked.
    “We came to see your brother,” Bradley said.
    “We did, too,” Ralphie said. “We brought him some cookies.” He held up a lumpy bag.
    Ben looked around. “Where’s his cell?” he asked.
    “I think it’s downstairs,” Brian said.
    “There’s Officer Fallon’s office,” Bradley said. “Come on.”
    A small sign hung from Officer Fallon’s doorknob.
    It said: GONE TO LUNCH .
    “It’s almost one o’clock,” Bradley said. “He should be back soon. Let’s wait.”
    The six kids sat on a long bench under the clock. Ralphie held the lumpy bag on his lap. Bradley could smell the cookies. He wondered what kind they were.
    Pal was sniffing the floor. Suddenlyhe raced to a closed door. He began whimpering.
    Bradley followed Pal. “What’s the matter, boy?” he asked.
    Pal’s tail was going crazy. He let out a low growl. He put his front paws on the door.
    Bradley opened the door. The room was dark. He found a wall switch, and a light came on.
    Bradley saw mops and pails and other cleaning supplies. Against the back wall stood a huge old desk. It was partly covered with a sheet. A dusty computer sat on the desk. Spiderwebs made it look creepy. In a corner stood a tall trash barrel.
    Then Bradley saw something else.
    “Guys,” he whispered. “Guess what Pal found?”
    The five other kids hurried over to Bradley and Pal.
    “Look,” Bradley said. He pointed inside the room.
    On a table stood three leprechauns. One had floppy ears and a doggy nose and wore part of an old sweater.
    Pal leaped into the room and licked his sweater.

“You’re awesome, Pal!” Nate said.
    “Let’s give these to Officer Fallon!” Ben said.
    “And get Lucky out of jail!” Ralphie added.
    “Wait a second,” Bradley said. “Let me think.”
    A minute passed.
    “He’s thinking,” Brian said.
    Nate giggled.
    “Something is wrong here,” Bradleysaid finally. “Don’t you guys wonder how the leprechauns got from Lucky’s closet to this storage room?”
    “Maybe one of the cops found them and stuck them in here,” Ben said.
    “Found them where?” Ralphie said. “They never came inside to look in Lucky’s closet.”
    “Besides, if a cop found the leprechauns, he’d have told Officer Fallon,” Bradley said. “And he would have returned our leprechaun to us.”
    “And he wouldn’t keep Lucky locked up,” Ralphie said.
    “You’re right, Bradley,” Lucy said. “Something weird is going on.”
    Just then they heard someone laugh.
    Bradley turned around. “That came from Officer Fallon’s office,” he said.
    Bradley thought for another minute. He tiptoed over to Officer Fallon’s door. The others followed.
    Six pairs of ears listened at the door.
    “Your move, Officer Fallon,” someone said on the other side of the door.
    “That’s