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Fatty's real name is Frederick Algernon Trotteville and, unfortunately for him, his initials fit him to a tee. However, his vibrant personality, inventiveness and sparkling sense of humour make Fatty a fun, larger-than-life character whose nickname quickly becomes a term of endearment. The children investigate crimes in and around the riverside village of Peterswood, much to the annoyance of the village policeman, blustering buffoon Mr. When working on "a nice, juicy mystery," Fatty and the others hunt for clues or "glues" as Bets calls them , don disguises, interview suspects, check out alibis and gradually put together the jigsaw until the last piece falls into place. Often, bright young Bets makes an observation which sets Fatty's cogs turning, enabling him to solve the most baffling of cases ahead of Goon and earn words of praise from Inspector Jenks who is later promoted to Chief Inspector and then Superintendent.
There was no mistaking that explosive laughter! What in the world are you thinking of, getting up and dressing in this ridiculous way? I shall tell the doctor when he comes. Get those clothes off and get back into bed at once. Trotteville, still annoyed. Frederick, get back into bed again at once. No - not with those awful clothes on - where did you get them from?
There was simply no knowing what he would get up to next. She stared at the clothes in disgust. I shall have to open the window and let out the smell. Gosh, I did enjoy that. Here, Bets, hang up this long black coat and skirt in my big wardrobe over there. She took the coat and skirt, and was about to hang them up when Mrs. Trotteville took them away from her. Bets can take them down to the shed this very minute if you want her to.
He looked beseechingly at Bets and his mother. Trotteville thought that he had suddenly gone rather pale. All this silly excitement! Put them out on the landing for now, Bets. Frederick, lie down. He fully intended to get up that afternoon! To spend the day with Fatty would be marvellous.
Pip was in the badtempered stage and too difficult to get on with amiably at the moment. It would be wizard to stay with Fatty! She gazed hopefully at Mrs. Trotteville, her arms full of the smelly old clothes.
Trotteville considered. Trotteville, and disappeared out of the room. Bets beamed again, and Fatty beamed back. I nearly burst when you and Mother kept poking at the bolster in the bed.
I feel better today and I was longing for a joke of some kind. Have a peppermint? Now - spill the news. Have you got any?
Fatty lay quiet and listened. Oh - and I nearly forgot to tell you - I met Mr. Goon this morning! Gosh, it makes me feel better again already to think of it. There was absolutely no one like Fatty for thinking up things.
He slithered down into bed again and shut his eyes. In fact, they both had a very nice time. Trotteville appeared, bearing a tray with two steaming platefuls of soup. Fatty eyed them in disappointment. Soup again! When am I going to have a real decent meal? Save me two helpings, Mother. Trotteville laughed. All right - the doctor says you can be fed up well now your temperature is down. It was hot and well-flavoured. Fatty took two pieces of toast with it and crunched them up with appetite.
He seemed to be hungrier even than Bets!
A distant bark came to their ears. Fatty listened and frowned. She might do it if you asked her. Do you really want some chicken now? I feel a bit full up already. Trotteville was surprised to hear that Fatty really wanted chicken.
She filled a plate for him and one for Bets. There - can you manage, Bets? He eyed it with satisfaction. Yes, certainly Fatty was on the mend. Nobody could eat like that if they were feeling at all ill! He slowed down a bit before he reached the end of the chicken and vegetables. Fatty made a face. What a pudding to plan for some one in bed. Nor can I, as a matter of fact. Bets delivered the tray, broke the news about the lack of appetite for apples and rice, and asked about Buster.
Oh, and Bets, your mother said you could stay on to tea if you like. She says Pip has got some one coming to see him this afternoon, and it would be good for you to have a change and be with Frederick for a bit. Would you like to? You can come down here and have a book to read and then go back again when he is awake. He can bang on the floor or ring the bell when he has had enough sleep. And if he still wants Buster, you can take him up then. He must be missing us all so!
He tore round her on his short legs, rolled over, bounced up again, and altogether behaved as if he was about six months old. He barked non-stop, and the two maids sitting with their cups of tea put their hands up to their ears. Going to master! He flung himself at the closed door, and barked madly. Bets laughed.
She left him barking crossly. She had gone to see his beloved master, and not taken him, after all her promises? Wuff, wuff, wuff! Bets went back upstairs to tell Fatty the good news. He was now feeling sleepy and he snuggled down. Stay with me, Bets. Because of the Voices! Whatever did Fatty mean? And once it was a dog whining.
He looked very earnest. Bets, do stay with me. If you hear the Voices we could try and find out what they are. Do stay herc and sit in that chair. And see that dog in the picture? He barks and whines! Or just being silly. She decided that he must have had such a high temperature that he had wandered a little in his mind and heard voices that were not really there. She opened her book and yawned. Bets fell asleep, and so did Fatty. Except for a log falling in the grate, where a bright fire was burning, there was nothing to be heard.
Buster was snoozing in the kitchen, keeping one eye open for the big cat. The cat had to keep a certain distance.
One paw over the line and Buster flew at her! The clock on the mantelpiece ticked on. Half-past two. It was raining outside, and the afternoon was dark. It would have been too dark for Bets to read if she had been awake.
Half-past three. Both Fatty and Bets were perfectly still, and the fire grew rather low. Then Bets woke up with a jump. She sat up, wondering where she was. How low the fire was! She gazed incredulously at the big china duck on the mantelpiece. Did the quacking come from there? Her heart began to beat fast. She stared at the duck and thought she saw it move. There was a hen clucking now - a hen in the bedroom! But how!
And now there was a dog whining softly!
She glanced at the picture of the dog but could hardly see it in the darkness. It whined again and gave a little yap. And then a quavery old voice came from the wardrobe in the far corner.
Just a cigarette! Your Voices are here! He sat up in bed, looking at Bets. Bets looked across at once. Fatty, what is it? You are a little silly, Bets, not to guess.
What is it? Did you really guess?
Gosh, the noises that have come from the corners of our dormy each night! And the noises in class too. Once I even got a master to open a cupboard to see if a cat was mewing there. It just shows I must be jolly good. Gosh, I must be a better ventriloquist than I thought! How do you manage to throw your voice somewhere else, though? Whatever will the others say! A chap came down to our school last term to entertain us. He was a ventriloquist and he had a couple of idiotic-looking dolls, whose heads could turn from side to side.
Their eyes could open and shut, and their mouths worked up and down. Well, he was absolutely super, this chap. But you must know, Fatty, because you can ventil - ventrilo Fatty wished he could say he was. But honesty compelled him to admit that another boy was better than he was. Anyway, when he knew I was trying to learn to throw my voice, he showed me a few tricks.
It comes from two words - venter, which means tummy, and loqui, which means to speak - in other words a ventriloquist was supposed to be a man who could speak by using his tummy in some way.
The tummy is not used. What is, then? She was quite sure she would be no good at it at all. The whole thing sounded quite impossible to do. But Fatty, as usual, had tackled the impossible and done it! She instinctively looked over to the wardrobe again. Fatty was looking there too, as if somebody was really there.
How do you throw your voice like that, Fatty? Though this Zulu chap I was telling you about can really throw his voice, it seems to me. Fancy you being a ventriloquist now - whatever will you be next?
Trotteville with a tremendously excited Buster rushing in front. He leapt straight on to the bed, of course, and flung himself on Fatty. Buster followed at once, and a curious heaving earthquake formed itself in the bed, accompanied by yells and barks.
Buster must come out! You can get up, put on your dressing-gown, and stay up for two hours. But this time he was not so uproarious. He had given Fatty the welcome he had been saving up for him, now he was content to lie by him, licking his hand whenever it came near his black nose.
Fatty got out of bed. At first he meant to leap out, but somehow his legs failed to obey his orders. He found that his knees were still very shaky. She and Daddy would be sure to think it was messing about with ventriloquism that made him not work hard at his class subjects.
I always think hot, buttery toast and honey make a jolly good pair - but usually you get one without the other. Be a pet and go and ask for some, Bets. Fatty looked down at Buster, who was sitting beside him, looking up adoringly, his mouth open and his tongue hanging out because of the heat of the fire. Buster was agreeably surprised. He swallowed twice and then held out his tongue again. Buster looked at him inquiringly and wagged his tail.
Quark, quark, quark! Perhaps a spurt of brilliantly fine weather had something to do with it.
All of them felt that they must be out in the sunshine, however cold it was otherwise. They went for their first walk together that holiday, enjoying the stroll, though only Bets really felt like running.
In the summer they had ice-cold milk there, and ice-creams, or lemonade. In the winter the little shop did a roaring trade in hot milk, cocoa, and hot chocolate. A short, plump woman came to serve them. What would you like? He drew a handful of change out of his pocket to pay.
Fatty always had plenty of money! He knew that it often made Larry feel embarrassed when he so often had to allow him, Fatty, to pay for their treats. Anyway, Fatty could always pay for the second round of chocolate and biscuits!
Buster suddenly got up and went to the door. He barked loudly. Up on the mantelpiece was a model of a cow, standing about two feet high. 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.
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Librarian's Note: Series description Wikipedia: Set in the fictitious village of Peterswood based on Bourne End, close to Marlow, Buckinghamshire, the children encounter a mystery almost every school holiday, always solving the puzzle before Mr Goon, the unpleasant village policeman, much to his annoyance. Related series Geheimnis um Related publisher series Pop-serien. Philip Hilton.
Frederick Algernon Troteville. Margaret Daykin. Mr Goon. Inspector Jenks. Lawrence Daykin. Laurence Daykin. Theopilus Goon.
Margarete Daykin. Frederick Algernon "Fatty" Trotteville. Laurence "Larry" Daykin. Philip "Pip" Hilton. Elizabeth "Bets" Hilton. Theophilus Goon. Ernest "Ern" Goon.
Margaret "Daisy" Daykin.