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this Nobble Prize. Including Professor Franzkarl Findouter. But!’ Dad raises a finger. ‘Here it comes! There is another scientist who wants it even more than Franzkarl Findouter. And that is none other than the mysterious Dr B. A. Deceiver.’
    â€˜Be a?’ says Peter.
    â€˜Yes. B for Bigomil. His full name is Bigomil Alexander Deceiver. For days, he has secretly been following the troop of researchers. This B. A. Deceiver is nothing like as gifted an expert as Franzkarl Findouter. In fact, he’s a bit of a lazybones, and ambitious to boot, as ambitious as it gets.Even as a boy at school, he copied everything. He gave his lunch to the people he copied from. He wouldn’t have eaten it anyway because it was always cheese sandwiches and he couldn’t for the life of him abide cheese sandwiches.’
    â€˜I can’t stand cheese either,’ says Konrad.
    â€˜That was only in passing,’ says Dad.
    â€˜What’s “in passing”?’
    â€˜It has to do with football,’ says Peter through the mouse.
    â€˜Right,’ says Dad, ‘That’s enough of that. Back to Dr B. A. Deceiver. He’s watching now from a hiding place and he sees that the research team is thrilled to bits about their instrument readings. And he decides right away to nab this sensational find all for himself and to make it so that he gets the Nobble Prize and not this fussy old Franzkarl Findouter.’
    â€˜He’s mean,’ says Peter. But it’s very hard to know what he is saying, because he has his mouth half full of Lackilug.
    Dad pulls the mouse out, which makes its little bell ring, and he gives Peter a lecture about what he thinks of five-year-old boys who first of all breathe through their soft toys and then try to eat them. An uninteresting lecture. But just to be on the safe side, Konrad stuffs his soft toy, the mouse with the annoying name of Mattchoo, a little bit further down under the duvet. Dad takes an even poorer view of this mouse, a: because it is old and therefore a bit shabby, and b: because it is called what it is called. But since he can’t explain to his son why this is such an impossible name for a cuddly toy, Konrad goes right on refusing to give his toy another name.
    â€˜Is it a quarter past yet?’ says Dad.
    At a quarter past eight, bedtime stories are over. And so that everyone can see when the time has come, there’s a clock by the door, with a grinning little man on it whose arms form the hands that point to the numbers. An embarrassing clock.
    But he’s trying to catch Konrad out. Dad can see the clock quite as easily as the boys can. He just wants to see if Konrad can read the time.
    Of course Konrad can read the time. For sure! At his age! But lately, there’s this rumour in the Bantelmann family that he can’t. It has something to do with coming in so early on Sunday mornings. But it’s only that he is a bit absent-minded, because his head is so full of Dransfeld thoughts. Even so, it’s a bit difficult to read the time just now, because everything is difficult when somebody is standing over you – or in this case, is lying beside you – to check whether or not you can do whatever it is. Especially such a jumpy, watchful checker. Nobody can do anything right when there’s a checker there.
    â€˜Eleven minutes past eight,’ says Konrad now.
    â€˜Well, well,’ says Dad.
    So he must have got it roughly right.
    â€˜Back to Dr B. A. Deceiver. While the research squad are asleep in their tents dreaming of the Nobble Prize, he creeps, under cover of darkness, out of his hiding place to the curious mound of earth. He’s brought a little shovel with him, an ice pick and a little bucket. His outrageous plan is to dig his way through to the mysterious substance and then to hack out a piece of it with his ice pick and to carry it off in hisbucket. The following morning, he’s planning to cross