Nate the Great, San Francisco Detective

Nate the Great, San Francisco Detective

CHAPTER ONE MR. GREAT My name is Nate the Great. I am a detective. My dog, Sludge, is a detective too. This morning Sludge and I were at the airport in San Francisco. We were supposed to meet another detective there at ten o’clock. My cousin, Olivia Sharp. Olivia always wears a boa made of feathers. This makes her easy to find. Anywhere. But all we saw were strangers. And many people with signs.

All at once, I, Nate the Great, saw a sign that said NATE THE GREAT in big letters. A man in uniform was holding it. He came up to us. “ Mr. Great and Sludge?” he said. “ I’m Willie. Miss Olivia’s chauffeur. She’s out on her eight o’clock case. It’s running late. She hasn’t even started her nine o’clock. ” Willie picked up my suitcase.

“ Your limo is over there, ” he said. “ My limo?” “ Yes. Miss Olivia always travels in a limo. But today she saved it for you. ” I, Nate the Great, had never been in a limo. Sludge had never been in a limo. It was long and shiny. We got inside. Willie got in the front seat. And we were off.

CHAPTER TWO CALLING NATE THE GREAT We drove up and down many hills. “ Is everything all right back there, Mr. Great?” Willie asked. I looked at Sludge. He wagged his tail. “ Fine, ” I said.