62

Wasting no more time, Robin opens the diary to its second page.

After barely a second's concentration, however, his breath catches in his throat.

"Wait—these numbers—"

He blinks—then he scrambles to find the page with your grandma's notes. Holding it up next to the diary, he bends so low that his nose is practically touching the page.

After almost a minute of silence, he groans in frustration and sits back in defeat.

"None of these are right. Your grandma was obviously trying to find the keyword that would decode the numbers, but none of these grids fit with these numbers. They're all just gibberish. She must have used a different keyword than the ones on here—and maybe your grandma never figured out what it was. There's still plenty in the diary that isn't in code, but if we don't know what those words say, we might be missing out on so much."

He sighs, rubbing his eyes. Now that you've gotten this close, you can see just how much this search has taken out of Robin.

"Do you think there's any way we could figure it out?" he asks you eventually. "We have to at least try, right?"

Looking from Robin to the diary, you realize how much of a shame it would be to read the diary and still miss out on so much.

Like Robin said—you have to try.