Malamander

“But I know who you are,” she says. “You’re Herbert Lemon, the famous Lost-and-Founder at the Grand Nautilus Hotel.”

“Famous?”

“Well, famous to me. I’ve come hundreds of miles just to see you, Herbert …”

“Herbie,” I say, finally giving up with the cap and taking it off altogether.

“… because I think you are the only person in the world who can help me.”

“Really?” I say, scratching my head. “How come?”

“Because I’m lost,” she says. “And I’d like to be found.”