KC Frantzen - May the K9 Spy 02 - May Finds a Way: Peril in Paris by KC Frantzen Page A

have paid my respects. Hey. Here’s a photo of where we are in Le Panthéon .
    “Put it away.”
    Yikes! I jump. “I was only doing what you told me, Léonce. And I found out about those dots.”
    He gives me a look.
    I nose Mr. Louis’s story back into place.
    As a young human, Mr. Louis might have thought he was very small. Just look at his achievements!
    Léonce paces as he scans the ceiling. “They are here.”
    “Who?”
    “The humans who will help us get out.”



Chapter 21
    A gain I follow Léonce into the shadows, but this time we climb narrow steps leading up and up and up. I catch an occasional glimpse of the floor far, far below. The designs are beautiful.
    I start to pant, but Léonce leads me to more steps. Finally I see some wooden crates leaning against a wall, most of them open. I sniff some humans, eight I think.
    “This is it,” my companion says, and disappears.
    I hear a man’s voice. “Come to join us, have you?”
    When I round the corner, I see Léonce getting his back scratched. Looks good! Another man sets down a dish of water.
    A smiling voice greets me. “ Bonsoir .”
    May I? I’m parched.
    The man, obviously a gentleman, waves his hand towards the water. “ Certainement .”
    Merci, monsieur. Laplaplap.
    When I approach to properly thank him, he offers to pick me up and I let him. He obviously knows critters. It’s good to be hugged again.
    So I did see what I thought I saw. I think. All these humans are dressed in black. Moving shadows.
    As we cuddle, I look off to one side and observe several men and a lady hovering over a worktable. They’re focused on lovely old wheels and gears. Parts of a timepiece? Odd. It would be too large to wear on one’s foreleg.
    From the lap of his friend Léonce purrs, “These humans work in secret from other humans, coming and going undetected. They will let us out.”
    A telephone rings. My human carries me over and listens to the caller for a moment. Then he says, “ Oui. Untergunther will make a statement.” When he hangs up, he announces to the group, “I’m to meet the reporter. Keep working. I’ll show our friends tonight’s passage when I go out.”
    This time Léonce follows. The man carries me all the way down to a side entrance near the steps and kindly sets me onto the pavement. Immediately I shake it off.
    When he looks concerned, I woof, “Oh no monsieur . I’m so glad to be out. Merci!”
    He smiles and says, “ Au revoir .”

    When we wake up next morning at the lady Marie’s, I roll over and say, “Hey Léonce, I’ve made a decision.”
    He opens one golden eye.
    “I have to go to the Embassy. Wish I knew whom to trust when I get there.” I tell him about the ride with Miss Coralee, where I saw the flag, and about the big plaza with the tall spire.
    “Purrhaps this is Place de la Concorde . We shall ride ze Métro until we are close. Something familiar will appear.”

    It starts to sprinkle just as we see the sign for Trocadéro Métro . We travel underground and walk under the ticket-taker like before. Again, humans scatter through hallways, up and down stairs, through archways and tunnels.
    I spot a map that indicates one of the stops: Franklin D. Roosevelt . “Hey Léonce, that name is familiar.”
    “Many humans with ze American accent are near there. Possibly you will find ze place you seek.”
    When the doors open, we jump on and mingle with the crowd. Some have briefcases. They make me a little uneasy. One man starts playing an instrument. It’s the one I’ve heard several times, with the breathy sound. But there’s not much time to think about it because after a few stops, it’s time to get off. We climb the steps and exit onto a wide street.
    “May, you saw ze most famous landmark. This is ze most famous avenue in all of Paris – Avenue Des Champs Elysees .”
    The trees are so old. And layers and layers of stories. My sniffer is getting a workout. My legs too. These aromas are making me hungry,