Saint Cercue
No One POV:
That same day, Tintin, Malory, Snowy and Captain landed in Geneva, determined to find the professor before it's too late.
But unaware of the fact that they had an escort, watching them leave the landing area from the airport's building and followed them all the way to Hotel Cornavin...
Malory POV:
"Hello! We are Friends of Professor Calculus. Is he staying here?" Tintin asked the recipient at the front desk.
"Good day, gentlemen, ma'am. Yes, he is. And..." He looked at where the room keys were hung, "You're in luck, his key is not on the board, so he must be in his room."
I smiled in relief, switching looks with my boyfriend.
"Would you call him for us, please?" Tintin asked, smiling a little as well and less tense, clearly feeling better at the news that the professor was close by.
"Certainly." The recipient obliged and grabbed the phone on the desk to dial.
In the meantime, I watched a man, who entered a hotel, passing by two men, whom faces' I couldn't see due to the open newspapers they held in front of them.
...And something about this sight, made me stop looking at the prior man and stare at them with the smallest of frowns.
They seemed to go very still but lean over a bit when the recipient waited for an answer-
"I'm sorry, there's no reply." The recipient apologized, snapping me out of it.
"Should've expected that." I said.
"He's a bit hard of hearing. We'll go up." Captain explained.
"He's in 122. 4th floor."
"Thank you!" Tintin and I nodded at the help.
Fortunately, we all managed to cramp together into one elevator at once and went up.
No One POV:
Unfortunately, Professor Calculus came down a second later in the other elevator.
He left his keys on the desk, which the recipient, who was occupied with the check-in book, didn't see.
Malory POV:
Captain was not knocking at the door aggressively.
"I know he's deaf, but this is ridiculous!" Captain finally stated after 3 solid minutes of knocking.
We went back to the reception table and my heart sank.
"His keys." I pointed at the object on the table that said 122 on it.
"Oh dear! He must have gone out while my back was turn." The recipient said, picking it up. He then noticed our bitter faces, "I'm terribly sorry, gentlemen, ma'am. You must have just missed each other."
"Should've expected that." I sad yet again with a little shake of my head.
"You have no idea where he might've gone?" Tintin inquired. The recipient thought for a moment before humming.
"He did ask me for the train timetables to Neon." He recalled before his eyes lit up in, probably remembering something else, "And just before that he asked me for a phone number there: A Mr. Topolini or Topolino..."
The amazingly helpful man picked the open book behind him and let us see.
"Topo..." Tintin riffled through the papers and ran his finger down one, "Topolini... Topolino! Here it is! Alfredo Topolino, 57 road to Saint Cercue, Neon." He read, memorizing it. His French accent slightly sipped through at the address, "When is that train?"
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The adventures of Tintin, Malory and Snowy.
FanfictionA young reporter with a weird tuft, an ex 'High Class' lady, who dresses up like a boy, and a white fox terrier are going on the craziest adventures the world can give them. (Based on the old CARTOON, the stories take place after the Secret of the U...
