Anatole is his cute, magnificent self in this series title. He is tired of cheese-tasting, so he goes on a vacation. While he's gone, thieves break into the cheese factory and steal all the cheese. M'sieu Duval freaks out, closes the factory, and takes to his bed rather than, I don't know, making more cheese. Anatole must catch the thieves and bring them to justice! Which he does, of course.

There are three suspects in the case: a baker, a barber and a bookseller. My favorite line in the book comes when Anatole says, with no evidence and having just heard of the suspects: "Myself, I am the seventh son of a seventh son, and something tells me it's the bookseller." And, of course, he is right! Oh, Anatole. Never change. ( )