Jo Nesbo's Fart Powder Series by Jo Nesbo

Author:Jo Nesbo
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aladdin

“DID YOU BRING the time soap?” Proctor asked breathlessly. He and Lisa and Nilly had left the Bastille behind and were now racing through the crooked streets of Paris. Lisa and Nilly had no idea where they were, but the professor seemed to know his way through the quiet Sunday alleys and lanes.

“I have a smidge,” Lisa said. “But I don’t think it’s enough for all three of us. I had to take a few detours to get here, you know.”

“I have a smidge,” Nilly said. “But I don’t think it’s enough for all three of us. I had to take a few detours to get here, you know.”

“Let’s hope if we combine it, it’ll be enough,” Doctor Proctor said as they came around a corner. “Have you guys seen Juliette? Is she waiting at the hotel?”

But before they were able to answer, Doctor Proctor stopped so suddenly that Lisa and Nilly ran right into him.

“Oh no!” the professor said. “Someone stole my bathtub. Look!”

But there wasn’t much to see since what he was pointing to was an empty square with just a few empty market stalls in it.

“Well, I guess someone got themselves a new bathtub,” Nilly mumbled. “What are we going to do now?”

“Where’s your bathtub, Nilly?” Lisa asked.

“Where you said you were going on that message in the bottle,” Nilly said. “The Pastille. Weird destination, by the way. I wound up in the middle of a big chicken coop.”

“Sorry, I mixed up Pastille and Bastille,” Lisa said. “If we don’t have enough time soap, we’ll have to get there before the bubbles are gone. But how will we get there? We don’t have any pigs.”

“Pigs?” the professor and Nilly cried in unison.

“Forget about it,” Lisa sighed, realizing that it would be too hard to explain. “What are we going to do now?”

“Yeah, what are we going to do?” the professor and Nilly cried in unison.

The three friends stared at each other, stymied.

And as they stood there staring at each other, stymied, in the sunshine filtering down between the tall Parisian buildings, they heard the lively clopping of horseshoes and the creaking of large wooden wheels. They turned around. A brown horse with large black blinders came prancing around the corner. And behind it, a carriage. A driver was sitting on the front of the carriage, swaying back and forth and looking like he was about to fall asleep. He had big bags under his eyes, a tattered coat, and a moth-eaten top hat, black and tall as a stovepipe.

“Need a lift?” he asked with a yawn.

“That’s just what we needed!” the professor exclaimed. “Come on!”

They climbed in the door of the carriage, which started moving right away.

There was just exactly enough room for four people on the two benches, and that was also just what they needed, because there was already one person sitting in there. The brim of the passenger’s top hat had slipped down over his eyes, and he was obviously sound asleep, because his body was flopping back and forth as the carriage moved.

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