Oliver B. Bomble, a gentleman of independent wealth, and his good friend Ocelot delve into the mystery of a mighty giant on a mission to set things straight in the world. The story is published in daily installments and will run until Election Day. All previous installments can be found below the current episode.
He stood eyeing the monstrous trail with a look of great concern when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps.
“Halt!” he called sternly. “Where are you going? And why the rush?”
“Because!” Ocelot panted, out of breath. “Let me go quick! He went that way; maybe I can still catch up with him!”
“So you know more about this, don’t you?” the police captain said darkly. “I thought it suspicious already when I saw you skulking about that barn earlier today. And aren’t you the fellow who showed me that tape recorder, come to think of it? So tell me what you know about these here!”
He pointed at the imprints in the snow, summoning his most penetrating look, but Ocelot was not much impressed by it.
“They are from some sort of motorized walker with gigantic feet mounted on it. I think it’s all a ruse.”
This frank assessment did not endear him much to the chief of police. He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder along with the words: “A ruse it is now? Well. That radio broadcast must also have been a ruse then. And what the mayor told me was just for laughs too, I’m sure. It was a knee-slapper, all right; I split my sides over that one. You just come along with me, buddy, and you can tell me at your leisure what you know about all this funny business.”
“We had better follow the trail,” Ocelot protested, but the veteran law officer ushered him in the direction of the police precinct without taking him up on this valuable suggestion.
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