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.