When they got to the front of the classroom, Mr. Soneji crouched down to talk privately to Maggie and Michael. Shrimpie Goldberg was at least four inches shorter than Maggie Rose.

“There's a little problem, but it's nothing to worry about.” Mr. Soneji was calm and very gentle with the children. “Everything is basically fine. There's just a little glitch, that's all. Everything is okay, though.”

“I don't think so,” Michael Goldberg said, shaking his head. “What's this little so-called glitch all about?”

Maggie Rose didn't say anything yet. She was feeling afraid for some reason. Something had happened. Something was definitely wrong. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach. Her morn always told her she had too active an imagination, so she tried to look cool, act cool, be cool.

“We just received a phone call from the Secret Service,” said Ms. Kim. “They've gotten a threat. It concerns both you and Maggie. It's probably a crank call. But we're going to hustle you both home as a precaution. Just a safety precaution. You guys know the drill.”

“I'm sure you'll both be back before lunch,” Mr. Soneji added in support, though he didn't sound too convincing.

“What kind of threat?” Maggie Rose asked Mr. Soneji. “Against Michael's father? Or does it have to do with my morn?”

Mr. Soneji patted Maggie's arm. Time and again, the teachers at the private school were amazed at how grown-up most of these kids were.

"Oh, the usual kind we get now and then. Big talk, no action. Just some jerk looking for attention, I'm sure.

Some creep. " Mr. Soneji made an exaggerated face. He showed just the right amount of concern, but he made the kids feel secure.

“Then why do we have to go all the way home to Potomac, for crying out loud?” Michael Goldberg grimaced and gesticulated like a miniature courtroom lawyer. In many ways he was a cartoon version of his famous father, the secretary.