Nyhavn var fuld af liv.

Nyhavn was full of life.

Solen skinnede.

The sun was shining.

Frederik gik langs havnen.

Frederik walked along the harbor.

Han nød den friske luft.

He enjoyed the fresh air.

Men noget var galt.

But something was wrong.

Et maleri var forsvundet.

A painting had disappeared.

Det var et maleri fra et lokalt galleri.

It was a painting from a local gallery.

Frederik vidste det fra avisen.

Frederik knew it from the newspaper.

"Et uvurderligt maleri er stjålet!"

"A priceless painting has been stolen!"

stod der på forsiden.

it said on the front page.

Ingen vidste, hvor det var.

No one knew where it was.

Politiet havde ingen anelse.

The police had no clue.

Kun én ting blev fundet.

Only one thing was found.

Et gammelt, kryptisk kort.

An old, cryptic map.

Frederik fandt kortet i en café.

Frederik found the map in a café.

Frederik satte sig på en bænk.

Frederik sat down on a bench.

Han studerede kortet.

He studied the map.

Det viste Nyhavn, men med mærkelige symboler.

It showed Nyhavn, but with strange symbols.

"Hvad betyder de?"

"What do they mean?"

tænkte han.

he thought.

Han vendte og drejede kortet.

He turned the map over and over.

En ældre herre gik forbi.

An elderly gentleman walked by.

Han så nysgerrigt på kortet.

He looked curiously at the map.

"Må jeg hjælpe?"

"May I help?"

spurgte manden.

asked the man.

Frederik nikkede.

Frederik nodded.

"Dette er et gammelt søkort," sagde manden.

"This is an old sea chart," said the man.

"Disse symboler er skibets rute."

"These symbols are the ship's route."

Frederik lyttede opmærksomt.

Frederik listened intently.

De fulgte kortet sammen.

They followed the map together.

Det førte dem til en skjult trappe.

It led them to a hidden staircase.

Trappen var bag en café.

The staircase was behind a café.

Frederik og manden gik ned ad trappen.

Frederik and the man went down the stairs.

Der var mørkt og fugtigt.

It was dark and damp.

De kom til en lille kælder.

They reached a small basement.

I hjørnet stod en kasse.

In the corner stood a box.

Frederik åbnede den forsigtigt.

Frederik opened it carefully.

Inde i kassen lå maleriet.

Inside the box lay the painting.

"Det er det," sagde Frederik og smilede bredt.

"That's it," said Frederik, smiling broadly.

Frederik tog maleriet tilbage til galleriet.

Frederik took the painting back to the gallery.

Ejeren var overlykkelig.

The owner was overjoyed.

"Tak, Frederik," sagde han.

"Thank you, Frederik," he said.

Politiet blev tilkaldt, og de undersøgte sagen.

The police were called, and they investigated the case.

Det var en bande, der havde stjålet maleriet.

It was a gang that had stolen the painting.

Kortet var deres skjulte vejviser.

The map was their hidden guide.

Nyhavn var atter fredelig.

Nyhavn was peaceful once again.

Frederik nød nu solen igen.

Frederik now enjoyed the sun.

Han gik langs vandkanten.

He walked along the water's edge.

Han tænkte på eventyret.

He thought about the adventure.

Han smilede.

He smiled.

Nyhavn gemmer mange hemmeligheder, tænkte han.

Nyhavn hides many secrets, he thought.

Men nu var en af dem løst.

But now, one of them was solved.