Ana Salinas - Adventure

https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ The sun was still lazily stretching its limbs over the Icelandic plateau when Professor Archibald Thistlebaum kicked over his third compass in a fit of scholarly rage. "This is the fourth time, Blenkinsop!" he bellowed at his long-suffering assistant, a twig-shaped man whose moustache trembled like a scared squirrel. "The blasted contraption insists North is that way, where last week, it was over there! What devilry of magnetism is this?" "Perhaps it's the