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.
When they got to his office, the captain switched on his desk lamp and sat back to listen.
“I want to know exactly what you know about this giant,” he began. “Tell me everything, and maybe I’ll be able to make some headway in this case.”
And so Ocelot told his story, starting with the mighty Barribal in his dripstone cave and ending with the intriguing trail left by the Goose-mobile.
“I think Zicboq is behind all this,” he concluded. “That giant is still in the mountains, of course, but the professor wants everybody to believe that he has come to town and is giving radio addresses.”
“That’s certainly one possibility,” Bull Bulles mused. “Your story seems to make sense; I’m beginning to like it. I didn’t trust any of that Barribal-speak from the outset. Putting an end to all injustice sounds like a put-on to me.”
He retreated into thought, but was soon interrupted by the entry of one Inspector Sherson, newly assigned to headquarters and a favorite of mayor Hippopod’s.
“Good evening,” he announced with verve. “The mayor thought that you might want to turn that giant-case over to me. I have a fresher view of it is what he says.”
“Huh?” the captain grunted. “Hahah, that’s a good one, Sherson, but hold it right there! There is no giant. Those footsteps in the snow are as fake as can be...”
But he lapsed into a stunned silence when this most recent jewel of the Rumbleford police department burst into disagreeable laughter.
“There is no giant is what you’re saying? You’re behind the facts then. As we speak, there is an illicit TV broadcast underway featuring the biggest giant you ever saw!”
Jobes the valet was sitting in his darkened room high up in Bomble Manor, following Barribal’s broadcast with bated breath and feverish eyes.
“Hello, it’s me again,” the giant began modestly. “From this day forward, I will fight for you and your interests, bringing you nightly updates in simple and clear language. Big words are too confusing anyway. Keep it real is what I say. And that’s what you’ll be getting from me. Always at this hour and always straight from the gut. Nothing fancy. Nothing over the head...”
The heavy, sonorous voice reverberated through Jobes’ humble little retreat and spilled out onto the landing. That evening, Squire Bomble had decided to give his injured leg a bit of a workout and happened to be shuffling past the servants’ quarters just then.
“It’s t-that Barribal again,” he gasped, holding back with a start. “Oh, will I ever get any peace in this house? It’s one radio broadcast after another!”
He hesitated briefly, but then opened the door so as to alert Jobes to the dangers lurking in the kind of radio he was listening to.
But what greeted him instead was the brightly lit screen of one of those new-fangled television sets. And on it, he saw with startling clarity the ominous figure he remembered so well from his visit to that cold and frightening mountain cave.
Translation Copyright © 2014 by Adrian Meerman © Text and Images Toonder Company, Netherlands
‘Tales from the life of Olivier B. Bomble, gentleman,’ was serialized in Dutch newspapers for many years, and Squire Bomble, his good friend Ocelot and many others have become household names in the Netherlands. This is their first appearance in the US after the successful translation into English by Adrian Meerman, a Sparta resident.
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