Plus one for Lisa to take back to the hotel for Nilly. But Nilly would have to wait a bit, because first Lisa had to hear Juliette Margarine’s story. “I don’t know exactly where Victor is,” Juliette said. “But I was there when he left, and I know what he was thinking. This is a long story, I think I’d better start at the beginning.” “Good,” Lisa said, taking a rather large bite of her croissant. “The whole thing started one Sunday many years ago as I was strolling through Montmartre right here in Paris. There are always lots of painters there offering to paint tourists’ pictures for a reasonable price. But in the middle of all these, I came across an eccentric-looking young man I recognized from the university. He was studying chemistry, just like me. I knew that his name was Victor Proctor, that he was a promising inventor, and that he came from Norway. I had occasionally had the sense that he wanted to speak to me but didn’t quite dare. But on this day in Montmartre, he came over to me and pointed to a strange contraption—a machine he said he had invented himself that painted portraits, in just a fraction of the time the other painters took and for half the price.
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