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It had a head that would nod up and down if any one set it going. She got up and went over to it. Buster began to bark again, and the five swung their heads round to the door. Goon was standing there, looking so plump that the buttons on his tunic were stretched to bursting-point.
Are you coming to have a drink of hot milk or something? He deftly put Buster on the lead, and made him sit down. Fatty was hoping against hope that Mr. Goon was indeed coming to sit in the shop and have a drink. Fatty had a bright iden, and wanted to carry it out! He called for a cup of cocoa and a bun. Goon, sir? Goon took no notice of her. He glanced across at the children. You must have felt funny not being able to stick your noses in a mystery.
Fatty spoke a few words to Larry, and Larry said a few back. Nobody looked at Mr. He raised his voice. Goon probably knows all about those by now.
Goon, biting violently into his bun. Lot of silly make-up! They all knew about his ventriloquial powers now, and he had practised a few of his tricks in front of them. Why had he mentioned Strange Voices to Mr. Goon again, and took a sip of hot cocoa. Goon to hear. Somebody casting a spell on them, I suppose.
Goon, drinking his cocoa rather loudly. Goon, swallowing the last of the currant bun. Fatty scribbled something quickly on a piece of paper and pushed it across the table to the others.
Goon wiped his mouth. Bosh and rubbish! Goon looked across at it too. The mooing was so realistic, and so exactly in time to the nodding, that even the children, with the exception of Fatty, thought for one moment that the mooing noise did actually come from it.
Goon stared at the cow, astounded. Goon looked at the nodding cow again. It had stopped mooing - principally because Fatty had been overcome with an urge to laugh. But, as Goon looked at it, it gave such a large and unexpected moo that the policeman jumped violently. Goon swallowed hard. Nobody would ever have believed that it was merely Fatty throwing the noise across to the mantelpiece!
Goon felt rather sick. He looked at the children again. They were taking absolutely no notice at all of the mooing cow. Neither was Buster, of course. Was it possible that they were not hearing what Mr. Goon was hearing? The little plump woman came bustling into the shop with some more buns for the children.
The cow stopped mooing. Goon cleared his throat and spoke to the shopwoman. Very life-like? What are they? A Warning?
The cow began to moo once more, but so softly that Mr. Goon was not absolutely sure if he was hearing it or not. Could he be imagining it? He gazed so earnestly at the nodding cow that Bets felt an irresistible giggle rising up from the very middle of her tummy.
She knew from experience that they were the worst kind of giggles - the ones that heaved up and broke out helplessly. Fatty stopped making the cow moo. Goon sat back cautiously. Thank goodness the cow was behaving normally now. Maybe his ears had just played him a trick. Goon jumped violently again, and looked all round.
That was a duck quacking, not a doubt of it. He gazed at it, holding his breath. Goon leapt up, full of horror. Goon - surely - surely you are not suggesting that the duck in the glass case is quacking!
He gave a loud, hunted cry and ran from the shop, Buster almost tripping him up with his lead. And then the children collapsed over the table, crying tears of laughter into their empty cups. Goon, Mr. Honestly, I could have believed myself that the thing was mooing.
His eyes almost fell out of his head! These were the first holidays in which nothing of any sort or kind had turned up. And there were only a few days left. Goon a bit? Goon with strange and wonderful sounds. The milkman told Larry. Fellows has rented it since a week or two. Lived there all alone. Why, he might have heard something in the night - a shout, the breaking of a window, or something. Alas, he had been too sound asleep.
I stepped in and telephoned for the police at once. Goon come? He had hoped for one moment that the Find-Outers might get in first! It was still early, only just after breakfast-time.
What does he think I am - a clam? It might be nothing, or it might be something interesting, you never knew. Fatty would soon get the old brains to work and decide if the Find-Outers were to do anything or not! Fatty was most interested. If the house really was rifled from top to bottom, it looks as though some one was trying very hard to find something of great importance to him. What was it - and who was it?
Goon must have come and gone. Look for the usual things - foot-marks, cigarette ends, hand-prints on window-ledges, etc. He went steadily round the little house, but not one window could he see into. The front door was closed and fastened now, and the back door was locked too. Fatty came to the broken window at the back. It was the kitchen window. Obviously the robber or whatever he was, had got in here. Fatty stuck his hand inside and moved the curtain.
The kitchen was upside down! Drawers had been pulled from the dresser and from the table. Cupboards were open and their contents dragged out on to the floor!
What could the intruder have been looking for? Fatty suddenly heard a sound inside the kitchen. He listened. What was it? He heard it again, and then peeping in at the window once more, he made out two gleaming eyes looking at him from a cupboard.
What shall we do? Then I could get in and rescue the kitten. He twisted it firmly round his fingers. Then he gingerly put his hand through the hole in the broken pane and tried to reach the fastening of the window. It was a casement, opening sideways once the clasp was moved. It slid down stiffly and he took back his hand again. He could now easily open the window. Buster began to bark, wanting to go with Fatty. He found the tiny kitten, which crouched back in the cupboard, spitting and scared.
But it soon began purring when Fatty picked it up and petted it. Even that was untidy, and a broken dish lay on the tiled floor. Fancy hunting in the larder too! Whatever had the intruder been after? It lapped hungrily. He bent to pick it up, but it scurried away, and ran through the doorway into the hall.
Half a tick. I can hear it there somewhere. He paused there, amazed at the untidiness. Coats, shoes, umbrellas were all in wild confusion on the floor, flung there from the hallcupboard and from a chest of drawers. The kitten was nowhere to be seen.
Fatty took the opportunity of having a good look round. There were three rooms downstairs and three above and a bathroom.
Each of them was in confusion. By the soot that lay in the fire-places Fatty guessed that the hunter had even felt up the chimney for whatever it was that he had been looking for. And then, as he came out from a bedroom on to the little landing, Fatty saw something in a corner, near the top of the stairs.
It was bright red. He picked it up. But surely there was no child here? Could Mr. Fellows have been hiding a child here - kidnapped it, perhaps - and the other fellow came to find it? I wonder whether there are any more clothes for a child here. Was a child here last night - and was it dressed in a hurry, so that it dropped one glove? What are you doing here? Clear orf! Fatty grinned. How many, many times had this same scene been acted - the Find-Outers snooping round - Goon finding them - ordered them off - and Buster objecting loudly!
Well - Buster could certainly look after not only himself, but all the children too. Fatty wondered whether he could slip out of the front door. He could hear that Mr. Goon was round at the back. If burglars are in the district I want to get some information in case they come to rob our house too, next door but one. Just an excuse for interfering. Not worth your notice, see - And take that dog away before I lose my temper with him. Nasty yappy little mongrel! Calling Buster a mongrel!
Why, the little Scottie had a pedigree a yard long, and all his grandparents had been champions. Fatty boiled with rage. He tiptoed to the front door. Goon to catch him in the house, even though he had the perfectly good excuse to offer of rescuing the kitten. Goon, suddenly realizing that Fatty was absent. Best place for him, too. Hope he gets a relapse! WILL you call this dog off?
I can find some better ankles for you if you want some. Goon snorted.
That was one of the things he did remarkably well. They had a habit of taking Mr. Goon seriously! Larry and Daisy followed, Larry holding Buster by the collar. They stood outside the front gate, wondering what Fatty was going to do. Fatty was most unfortunate. He opened the front door from inside at exactly the same moment that Mr. Goon unlocked it from the outside. Goon stared at Fatty as if a thunderbolt had hit him. His mouth fell open and he went a familiar purple colour.
He swallowed hard. Goon stepped in, still wordless. Then he exploded into speech. Goon - I naturally had to come into the house to find it. Goon, disbelievingly. Hark, Mr. It went to Fatty and rubbed affectionately against his legs. Then it looked at Mr. Goon, hissed at him and spat. Goon did. He had to. And Keep Out of This, see? Goon, stalking past Fatty. What do you take me for? A blood-curdling growl suddenly came from somewhere in the house. Goon stopped as if he had been shot. Goon, and leave you to tackle him.
Goon, changing his mind completely about wanting Fatty to clear off. He debated whether to produce another animal-noise. This ventriloquism was Most Useful! Goon was very thankful. He began to tiptoe forward into the little dining-room.
Fatty followed a few paces behind. He suddenly gave a shout that made Goon nearly fall over backwards. Goon was so anxious to get out as well as to look out that he almost fell over Fatty, trying to rush out of the room.
Fatty clutched him as he went. I just caught sight of you in that mirror over there, Mr. Goon, and it was such a dreadful sight I thought it must be some one lying in wait for us. Gosh, thank goodness it was only your reflection! Goon was very angry and very relieved. He glared at Fatty. From somewhere behind came the sound of heavy grunting. Goon swung round at once. It sounded out there in the hall. He tiptoed into the hall and promptly fell over the kitten which made a dart at him as soon as he appeared.
He retreated into the dining-room again, bumping into Fatty. The grunting noise was heard once more, this time sounding farther off. Goon, hardly able to believe his ears. Did you think it was a pig, Master Frederick?
Goon became, the more polite he got. He badly wanted to laugh, but he firmly thrust down the ever-mounting guffaw that wanted to rise up and explode. He seems to have kept kittens, and dogs, and pigs, anyway. Shall we go upstairs to find the pig? Fatty was certainly practising his new talent well!
And then a new sound came to worry poor Mr. I never did it! He began to feel as if hc was in a nightmare. He whispered to Fatty. This beats all! But Mr. Goon clutched at him. This is a mad-house, this is. Goon - why not telephone for help! He stumbled to the telephone and dialled a number. Fatty heard him telephoning to another constable. Yes, PIG, you ass. And a groaning man who wants his Auntie.
Yes, I did say Auntie. Are you deaf, or something? Well, how do I know why he wants his Auntie? He splutted into it again. You come up here at once.
He tiptoed round to the back of the house where there was a shed he could go into and laugh in peace. He saw the broken casement window, hanging open, as he passed. He thrust his head inside, and sent a terrible growl into the house. Goon heard it. He looked round, and found that Fatty had gone. He was alone - alone in the house with a host of terrifying things.
It was too much for Goon. Fatty heard him go. And then he laughed. How he laughed! It really was the best laugh Fatty had ever had in all his life! Buster heard the laughter too, and pricked up his ears. He began to bark delightedly.
Larry climbed up on to the wall. He gave the piercing whistle that the Find-Outers sometimes used. Fatty heard it and saw Larry.
He was soon in the garden with the others. They retired to a little out-house at the bottom of the garden. And why did Goon rush out of the house so suddenly at top speed? The others had to laugh as they watched him. Pip gave him a punch and Buster leapt on him in excitement. Why was his master so pleased? So Fatty told them, and soon they were all helplessly sitting on the floor of the out-house, holding their sides, picturing Mr. Oh, what made you think of that?
Oh dear - only an idiot like Goon would have taken all that in! I say - what will Inspector Jenks think when Goon makes out a report full of pigs, and dogs, and men that want their aunties?
He rubbed his nose thoughtfully. Gosh, the Chief Inspector will smell a rat, I should think. Especially if he knows I was with Goon at the time all this happened. He hates admitting you are ever on the same job as he is. Goon came up the road with P. Kenton had been most astonished to have Goon bump violently into him at the corner of the road. Come on. He especially scowled at Fatty for deserting him.
However, he thought it best to say nothing whatever to any of them, in case Fatty was funny at his expense. Fatty could be rude more politely than any one Goon had ever met. It had most conveniently jumped out of the window and landed at his feet while he had been standing laughing at the back of the burgled house. Kenton was indeed astonished to find nothing and no one in the house of the kind that Goon had described. Goon, amazed to hear no sound of growl or grunt or groan, and to find nothing that could conceivably have made them.
Kenton, maliciously. Goon, exasperated.
I keep telling you. Kenton was inclined to make a joke of the whole thing and this infuriated Goon to such an extent that he began to exaggerate. Kenton, rather severely. See if any one saw them rushing off together. Goon lost some of his high colour. He changed the subject, and after a while the two policemen fastened the open window, and went out of the front door, banging it behind them.
The children saw them go. Goon crossed to the other side of the road with P. They passed out of sight. What do we do now, Fatty?
Tell me what notes you made? I wrote it out while I was waiting for you. We found out where the burglar came in. Anyway, the marks are exactly the same as our own Wellington boots make, except that ours are smaller. We could only find this one, and that was under some leaves.
I expect Goon found any others there were. We saw what must have been his enormous footprints everywhere too. But we know those all right. So we could tell them easily from the others.
Anything else? There are quite a lot of marks, all mixed up, on the path under the broken window. He must have got over the wall, hidden under the bush and waited till he judged the time right for entering, then crept up the garden and broken the window.
We think he broke it with that. Any more? Fellows, say - ran out of the front door, and instead of making straight for the front gate, ran across the front beds to the back gate and disappeared out that way.
Now, just let me think a bit and try to piece out exactly what happened last night. He was soon ready with them. So in he goes at what he thinks is the right moment. Perhaps Fellows has heard the breaking of the glass and has smelt a rat - anyway, hearing the man getting in at the back window, what does he do?
He shoots out of the front door, leaving it wide open, and rushes out into the dark, dark night My bedroom was flooded with it. So was mine. The other fellow found the bird flown, but, not being certain if he had taken with him whatever it was he wanted, he proceeded to turn the house upside down to look for it. Goon makes two and two come to four - but old Fatty goes one better! Now - the thing is - what was it that Fellows rushed off with? They all stared at it, and Buster sniffed hard.
Only this glove! Wait a minute. Did you take a drawing of them? He brought out a second folded sheet of paper and undid it carefully. He may even have had on his night-things and a dressing-gown, with bedroom slippers - he went out in such a hurry.
We could see what kind of footmarks you make in them. It certainly was a nice big one. Fatty tried the glove on its hand. He came back, with an enormous, gaily covered umbrella over his head.
He blushed and looked at Fatty. Sid and Perce, get behind. Pip was purple in the face with his efforts to stop exploding. Fatty looked at him. The others immediately took the opportunity of joining in and Larry, Daisy, Pip, and Bets rocked from side to side, roaring with laughter, holding on to one another, much to the astonishment of Ern and his two brothers. The house parlourmaid stood there, shaking a mat, and she stared open-mouthed as they passed.
Ern felt terribly important. It was very disappointing not to meet more people on the way down to the river. They met old Mrs. Winstanton, who was so short-sighted that all she saw was the big umbrella, which made her think it must be raining. She hurried home before she got caught in a shower! Bets giggled. Ern gave the boy a dignified bow which mystified him still further. What was all this going on?
They met nobody else at all. They came to the river-path and walked solemnly along it. Goon gets a Surprise The ice-cream man was lying on the river bank, fast asleep, his tricycle-van pulled back into the shade.
Fatty woke him. He sat up, amazed at the brilliant group around him, topped by the huge umbrella held by Ern, who was now getting a little tired of its weight. Ern, Sid, and Perce werc in the seventh heaven of delight to think they had gone walking with a princess and her followers. Ern corrected him. The ice-cream man handed out the ice-creams, making a few more remarks as he did so.
Out of a cracker? Fatty hustled him away, and his umbrella caught in the low-swinging branches of a tree. Bets had to stand still while poor Ern struggled to release it, his ears burning at a few more remarks from the witty ice-cream man.
They went on at last again, holding the freezing ice-cream cartons in their hands. Sid had one too, and every one was curious to see how he could manage to eat an ice-cream with his mouth still full of toffee. His toffee slab seemed unending. So far as any one knew he still had the same piece in his mouth.
And then someone came cycling round the corner of the path - someone burly and red-faced, with a dark-blue uniform and helmet. Well, well - this is going to be funny! He tore up to his bicycle and jumped at his feet. Goon got off at once and kicked out at the excited little Scottie. Proper little pest, he is. Come here, Buster. Heel, sir, heel!
Goon had time to take in the whole group. He gaped. What a lot of foreigners - and Ern with them. He advanced on Ern, who almost dropped the huge umbrella he was still holding. What you doing here? He stared at Ern disbelievingly. Era went on in an urgent voice. He looked at Bets, wrapped closely and gracefully in her robes, the hood partly drawn across her sunburnt face.
She stood there rather haughtily, a little scared, without saying a single word. Goon cleared his throat. He looked at Fatty, who said nothing.
Goon such a marvellous tale. He considered that Ern had none. He stared first at Ern, then at the haughty little Princess, and then at Fatty. Fatty stared back unwinkingly. Goon, in a confidential aside to Fatty. Before Fatty could answer, Bets spoke in a high little insolent voice that amused Fatty immensely. Goon glared at him. Bets interrupted again. Fatty put on an embarrassed look. Goon turned on him at once. And what do you mean by standing there with your mouth full in front of royalty?
Go and empty your mouth! Then she hurriedly spoke a few more words. His face began to go purple, and his eyes bulged a little. He stared at the little Princess, who giggled again. Goon exploded too, but in a different way. He was very angry. He took a step forward and Ern instinctively lowered the umbrella and put its vast circle just in front of Mr.
Then Buster joined in the fun again, and flew at Mr. Goon roared in anger. After all, Teturua is a friendly State. If the Prime Minister had an incident like this reported to him by an angry Prince, there might be He knew when he was defeated.
He got on his bicycle, aimed a last kick at Buster, and sailed away in a purple dignity. Every one collapsed weakly on the grass, and even Sid managed to open his mouth wide enough to let out a sudden guffaw.
It was like custard. Nobody noticed she was speaking English except Fatty, who gave her a little frown. They licked up their ice-creams with difficulty. Sid managed to pour his somehow into his mouth, between his stuck teeth. Ern had heard the church clock striking twelve, and as he had been promised a camp dinner by the caravanners next to his tent, if he got back at half-past twelve, he felt impelled to go.
He bowed most politely to Bets, and handed the State Umbrella to Fatty. Like as peas in a pod, you are! Two days later Fatty, Larry, and Pip all had tremendous shocks. Fatty got down to breakfast before his mother and father, and poured himself out some coffee. He took the two papers they had each morning to his own place, and prepared to enjoy them in peace.
The headlines flared at him, big and black. Vanishes in the night. Prince Bongawah gone. The back page was never very interesting to Pip, because it was all about horse-racing, golf, and tennis, in none of which he took any interest. Cricket scores were usually in too small print for him to see. So he waited patiently for his father to study the cricket scores himself on the back page, when Pip would be able to read the front page.
And there, staring at him, were some very interesting headlines. Tetarua informed. Boys in camp questioned.
She read the headlines too. Good gracious! That must be the Prince Bongawah whose sister she had pretended to be. How very extraordinary! Bets thought hard about it. Would it matter her having pretended? They had only done it to play a trick on Ern. Yet another person was most interested in the disappearance of the young prince. That was Mr. Goon, of course. He also read it in his morning newspaper, and a few minutes later his telephone bell rang, and he had the news from headquarters.
He thought rapidly. Got enemies, I have, no doubt of that. Wait till I get them! I wondered if any one had thought of questioning her. What sister? I met her two days ago, sir, with her cousin, who looks after her.
And two of her train, sir, all very posh and high and mighty. Would you care for me to interview the Princess, sir?
I must find out why. That was a bit of luck meeting Fatty with those Tetaruans and their umbrella. A thought struck him. How was it that Fatty knew them?
Then he brightened. He could say that his nephew, Ern, had introduced him. After all, it was Ern who had given him all the details. That was quite true.
But seeing that you appear to have met her, I suppose we must enquire into it. How did you meet her? He remembered the plump, rather spotty, extremely plain nephew of Mr.
Goon quite clearly. Oh yes - and had come quite well out of it too, in the end. But Ern! In the company of a Tetaruan Princess! The Inspector wondered again if this telephone call was a hoax. He knew the harsh voice of Mr. There was another pause.
The Inspector swallowed once or twice. Was Goon all right? Had he got a touch of the sun? This tale of a Princess - and Ern - and a State Umbrella sounded nonsense to him. I think I will leave you to contact this - er - Princess, and ask her a few questions.
Go and do that now. He clicked down the receiver, and went to get his helmet. It was a great pity he had to go and see that toad of a boy, Fatty. Master Frederick Trotteville. He knocked sharply at the front door. The maid opened it, and he asked for Fatty. Was there something you wanted to ask him? Was she staying here? Trotteville looked amazed. Trotteville at all. And anyway, what was it to do with Frederick? I feel sure he would have introduced them to me if he knew any.
Good morning. Goon desperately. Trotteville, thinking that Mr. Goon must be out of his mind. Goon outside. Now he had got to go and find that fat boy. Where would he be? But again he drew a blank. Larry and Daisy were both out.
Goon knew better. Nobody was going to send him trapesing back there again! He cycled up to the front door, and hammered angrily on the knocker. The five children were out in the garden with Buster. Buster growled at the knocking and Fatty put a restraining hand on him. Bets went peeping round the hedge to see who it was at the front door. She ran back, looking scared. Old Clear-Orf. If Goon is hunting for the Princess Bongawee, let him hunt!
Do him good. Buster ran too, without even half a growl. Something was Up, was it? Well, he could play his part too, then! When Mrs. Hilton took Mr. Goon out into the garden to find the children, there was no one there. No one in the summer-house either! How peculiar! Where are you? Hilton called once more and then turned to the purple Mr. Goon had a vision of himself chasing from one house to another endlessly in search of an elusive Fatty.
He scowled, and sailed away morosely on his bicycle. He learnt it in rather a peculiar fashion. He was longing to tell him that he had met his sister. He was most astonished to find two policemen nearby. They pounced on Ern at once. He stared at the two policemen. When did he go? One of them gave him such a violent shake that Ern almost fell over. You and your tales! He squeezed back through the hole in the hedge, hurt to think that his tale had been disbelieved.
He set off by himself, without Sid or Perce. Perce was in a bad temper that morning, and Sid as usual had his mouth full of Stick-Me-Tight toffee, so there was no conversation to be got out of him at all. Ern felt that he wanted a little intelligent company. Neither Sid nor Perce could be called really interesting companions. He decided to borrow a bicycle from one of the nearby caravanners. There was one there, leaning against the caravan. Ern snooped round, looking for the owner.
He found him at last, a boy a bit older than himself. Ern parted reluctantly with sixpence, and rode off down the field path to the gate, wobbling over the ruts. Meanwhile, Mr. Goon was cycling grumpily back home again.
Just as he turned a corner he caught sight of a plump boy cycling towards him. It was Ern. Ern, however, was not particularly anxious to meet his uncle, so he turned his bike round hurriedly and made off in the opposite direction. For some reason Mr. Goon took it into his head to think that the fat boy in the distance was Fatty in one of his errand boy disguises. He began to pedal furiously.
So that toad of a boy was Up to his Tricks again, was he? He was disguising himself so as to keep away from Mr. Goon and his questions, was he?
Well, he, Mr. Goon, would soon put an end to that! He would cycle after him till he caught him. So Mr. Goon cycled. The pedals went up and down furiously, he rang his bell furiously as he rounded the corner, and he looked furious too. Any one looking at Mr. Goon at that moment would have thought that he was on Very Important Business Indeed.
Ern took a look over his shoulder when he heard the furious ringing of Mr. He was horrified to find his uncle racing after him down the street. Ern began to pedal very quickly indeed. His uncle sounded so very stern. But what had he, Ern done now? Was his uncle going to go for him for protecting the princess with the State Umbrella? Ern pedalled away and shot round a corner. So did Mr. Both got hotter and hotter, and Ern became more and more panic-stricken. Goon began to get very angry indeed.
He was absolutely certain it was Fatty leading him this dance. Wait till he got him! Ern turned another corner, and found himself cycling up a path into a barn. Hens and ducks fled out of his way. Ern ended up on the floor of a dark barn, panting, and almost in tears. Goon came up the path at top speed too. He also landed in the dark barn, but not on the floor. He came to a stop just by Ern. Goon, in an awful voice.