
Spread 1
The radio in the Pathfinder bureau crackled just as Oliver took his first bite of a poppy-seed bun.
“Bureau?” it rasped. “This is the museum! Urgent! Our dinosaur… shhhh… has lost a leg!”
Grandma Nadya spun round from the city map so fast that a red pin flew off it.
“A dinosaur without a leg?” Oliver asked with his mouth full.
“Without a bone! The most important one! Gone overnight!”
Oliver swallowed his bun, pressed the radio button and said in his most serious voice:
“On our way.”
Grandma Nadya was already holding out his magnifying glass.
“Well, partner,” she winked. “Looks like we’ve got a case.”




