"Hurry up,Pip! If you don't, we shan't make it to the station before Fatty's train" shouted Bets. Pip and Bets hurried down the stairs, ran down towards Fatty's to pick up Buster and hurried off to the train station. They saw Daisy and Larry waiting at the station. " I wonder if Fatty will come in disguise" said Daisy.
"Maybe he won't, he has never disguised himself on the train before. I don't think he will be in disguise" Pip replied. But, he was wrong; Fatty, this time, was planning to put on a disguise.The train pulled into the station noisily and Buster had taken his usual place under a seat as he simply hated the noise. People started getting off the train and the four were excitedly looking out for their good old friend.
A tall, rather plump man with a huge trunk walked towards Bets. " Please miss," he said in a gruff voice " may I know the time?" " It is half past eight" replied Bets politely whose mother always insisted on good manners. " Thank you" he said and walked away into the dark, snowing night. Buster silently went behind the man as he had smelt his beloved master!
The man, Fatty, was debating with himself whether or not to go and have a snoop around Mr. Goon's house. He decided that he would, when a very excited Buster came jumping down the road. Fatty picked him up and got licked all over the face. Buster greeted him with a volley of happy, lively barks. He walked with Buster to Mr. Goon's and tied him to a tree outside. Fatty walked up the path. He decided to have a peep into Goon's study first.
He was surprised to see the window open on such a cold winters day. He saw a fire dying down in the grate and the room was dimly lit. Just then, the telephone rang. Goon walked in and picked it up. Fatty could hear what Goon was talking. His voice sounded important and official. " Brown Hill Mansion?, I'll be there in no time. Please don't even touch anything." Fatty heard the click of the phone and Mr. Goon's heavy, hurried footsteps.
Before Fatty could hide somwhere, Goon had come out and spotted him. " What are you doing here?" he demanded. "Je ne comprends pas" Fatty said in a rather gruff voice. " I asked you what you were doing in my garden?" said Goon threateningly. "Je ne comprends pas" replied Fatty innocently. "I can't waste my time on you, just clear-orf" he said, jumped on his bicycle and sailed away. "I have some work to set my brains on" Fatty thought.