The Case of Pablo's Nose by Donald J. Sobol

Author:Donald J. Sobol [Sobol, Donald J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780307781994
Publisher: Turtleback
Published: 1996-01-02T08:00:00+00:00

“You showed me, all right,” Encyclopedia agreed. “You showed me you’re guilty!”

How Did Encyclopedia Know?

(Turn to this page for the solution to The Case of Pablo’s Nose.)

The Case of the Carousel Horse

The morning after Pablo Pizzaro won the New Nose Now contest, he came bouncing into the Brown Detective Agency.

“I’m headed for the big time,” he announced. “Caldwell Jones asked me to be his helper this summer!”

Caldwell Jones was a sculptor. He had come from England last year and settled in Idaville.

“Wow! What a great summer job,” Encyclopedia said.

“You’ll earn while you learn,” added Sally. “I hope.”

Pablo frowned. “I forgot to ask about my pay.”

“You’d better ask,” Sally said firmly.

Pablo put twenty-five cents on the gas can by Encyclopedia. “I’m due at Mr. Jones’s place in half an hour. Come with me. I might need someone with a good business head.”

“We’ll help you anyway we can,” Encyclopedia promised.

“I’ve never seen a real artist’s studio,” Sally said in a dreamy voice.

Mr. Jones lived in the old part of Idaville. The children found him sitting on his porch.

“I brought my friends along,” Pablo said, introducing the detectives. “Could they see your studio?”

“Of course,” Mr. Jones boomed from somewhere within his thick red beard. “Come inside.”

The studio was a large room filled with wood carvings, tools, stools, and tables. It smelled like a cigar box. Wood chips and slops of paint and varnish covered the floor.

“The place needs a good cleaning,” Mr. Jones said, looking at Pablo.

“Leave it to me,” Pablo replied, though rather feebly.

“I say, you’ll do dashing well,” Mr. Jones said approvingly. “Now let me show you something rare and beautiful.”

He walked to an object as big as a piece of furniture, hidden under a bedsheet.

“Behold!” Mr. Jones said, pulling off the sheet.

Encyclopedia beheld a white wooden horse. Its saddle and blanket were painted in bright colors. Red roses bloomed in its golden mane.

“I call him Emperor,” Mr. Jones said. “The hole behind the neck is for the pole. Emperor was made for a carousel. How I wish I’d carved him! Can you guess who did?”

Sally and Pablo shook their heads. Encyclopedia searched his memory.

“I’ll give you a clue,” Mr. Jones said.

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