I don't know who sent those notes and I don't care. He put me
on to a man the police want to keep their eyes on—and the Super will be pleased
about that! I'll get another Letter of Commendation, you see if I don't!"
"Well, you wouldn't get one from me," said Fatty,
standing up "You'd no right to treat a poor old woman and an ill man so
roughly And let me tell you this—you think you've washed out this mystery—but
you haven't' You'll never wear your brains out, Mr. Goon—you don't use
them enough!"
Fatty is a great help.
Fatty stalked out of Goon's office, paying no attention to his
snorts of anger. "Go and get your things, Ern," he said. "You
needn't go home just yet. You can come with me Whatever Goon says, this mystery
isn't settled. There's a lot more to it than hounding old Smith out of Fairlin
Hall!"
"Coo, Fatty! Can I really come with you?" said Ern,
overjoyed. He shot upstairs, and was soon down again
with his small bag He didn't even say good-bye to his uncle.
"We'll call a meeting at once," said Fatty "I'll telephone
to ... no ... I don't think I will I here's something else more urgent. Ern,
the Smiths may still be at Fairlin Hall, packing up to go—arranging for their
bits and pieces of furniture to be moved Let's go down there and see."
"Right. Anything you say," said Ern, giving Fatty a
worshipping look. Loveaduck! Fatty was worth ten Mr. Goons any day, the way he
always knew what to do!
In a few minutes they had cycled to Fairlin Hall, and went round
the back to the kitchen quarters. As Fatty had thought, the Smiths were still there.
But they were not packing!
Mr. Smith was lying on the floor, and the old lady was kneeling
beside him, weeping, and wiping his forehead with a damp cloth "John!"
she was saying "John, I'm here I'm going to get the doctor, dearie. Open your
eyes! I'm going to get the doctor."
She didn't even hear the two boys open the door and come in Fatty
had looked through the window, and had seen what was happening. She jumped
violently when he touched her gently on the arm.
"Mrs. Smith," he said "I'll get the doctor for you.
Let Ern and I lift your husband back into bed. He seems very ill."
"Oh, he is, he is," wept the old lady, recognizing Fatty
as the boy who had gone to the chemist for her. "He's just had a terrible
shock too—I can't tell you what it was—and we've been told to go. But where can we go, young sir—and him as ill as that?"
"Now listen," said Fatty, gently. "Let us get your
husband back into bed. We'll get the doctor—and probably an ambulance, because
I'm sure your husband ought to be in hospital. That's the first thing to do."
He and Ern managed to get the old man back into bed. He murmured
something and half-opened his eyes, then
began to cough in a terrible manner. His old wife wiped his face
with the damp cloth, and comforted him. Ern's eyes filled with tears, and he
looked desperately at Fatty.
"Don't worry, Ern," said Fatty. "We'll soon put
this right. Stay here and do what you can to help Mrs. Smith. I'm going to
telephone the doctor. Who is your doctor, Mrs. Smith?"
She told him, and Fatty nodded. "He's mine too—so that's
fine. I'll be back soon."
Fatty ran to the nearest kiosk to telephone, and Dr. Rainy
listened in surprise to what he had to say.
"Well, well—the poor old fellow! I saw him yesterday and told
Mrs. Smith I'd send an ambulance to take him to hospital, but she wouldn't hear
of it. I'll get one along at once and arrange for a bed for him in the Cottage
Hospital here. See you later!"
Fatty raced back to Fairlin Hall. The old fellow looked a little
better, now that he was in bed again. "But where shall we go?" he
kept saying to his wife, who was fondling his hands. "Mary, where shall we
go? Oh. what a lot of trouble I've brought on you. I've always been a trouble
to you, always."
"No, no, you haven't," said the old woman. "It's I
that's been the trouble—having that dreadful illness all those years ago, and
being such an
on to a man the police want to keep their eyes on—and the Super will be pleased
about that! I'll get another Letter of Commendation, you see if I don't!"
"Well, you wouldn't get one from me," said Fatty,
standing up "You'd no right to treat a poor old woman and an ill man so
roughly And let me tell you this—you think you've washed out this mystery—but
you haven't' You'll never wear your brains out, Mr. Goon—you don't use
them enough!"
Fatty is a great help.
Fatty stalked out of Goon's office, paying no attention to his
snorts of anger. "Go and get your things, Ern," he said. "You
needn't go home just yet. You can come with me Whatever Goon says, this mystery
isn't settled. There's a lot more to it than hounding old Smith out of Fairlin
Hall!"
"Coo, Fatty! Can I really come with you?" said Ern,
overjoyed. He shot upstairs, and was soon down again
with his small bag He didn't even say good-bye to his uncle.
"We'll call a meeting at once," said Fatty "I'll telephone
to ... no ... I don't think I will I here's something else more urgent. Ern,
the Smiths may still be at Fairlin Hall, packing up to go—arranging for their
bits and pieces of furniture to be moved Let's go down there and see."
"Right. Anything you say," said Ern, giving Fatty a
worshipping look. Loveaduck! Fatty was worth ten Mr. Goons any day, the way he
always knew what to do!
In a few minutes they had cycled to Fairlin Hall, and went round
the back to the kitchen quarters. As Fatty had thought, the Smiths were still there.
But they were not packing!
Mr. Smith was lying on the floor, and the old lady was kneeling
beside him, weeping, and wiping his forehead with a damp cloth "John!"
she was saying "John, I'm here I'm going to get the doctor, dearie. Open your
eyes! I'm going to get the doctor."
She didn't even hear the two boys open the door and come in Fatty
had looked through the window, and had seen what was happening. She jumped
violently when he touched her gently on the arm.
"Mrs. Smith," he said "I'll get the doctor for you.
Let Ern and I lift your husband back into bed. He seems very ill."
"Oh, he is, he is," wept the old lady, recognizing Fatty
as the boy who had gone to the chemist for her. "He's just had a terrible
shock too—I can't tell you what it was—and we've been told to go. But where can we go, young sir—and him as ill as that?"
"Now listen," said Fatty, gently. "Let us get your
husband back into bed. We'll get the doctor—and probably an ambulance, because
I'm sure your husband ought to be in hospital. That's the first thing to do."
He and Ern managed to get the old man back into bed. He murmured
something and half-opened his eyes, then
began to cough in a terrible manner. His old wife wiped his face
with the damp cloth, and comforted him. Ern's eyes filled with tears, and he
looked desperately at Fatty.
"Don't worry, Ern," said Fatty. "We'll soon put
this right. Stay here and do what you can to help Mrs. Smith. I'm going to
telephone the doctor. Who is your doctor, Mrs. Smith?"
She told him, and Fatty nodded. "He's mine too—so that's
fine. I'll be back soon."
Fatty ran to the nearest kiosk to telephone, and Dr. Rainy
listened in surprise to what he had to say.
"Well, well—the poor old fellow! I saw him yesterday and told
Mrs. Smith I'd send an ambulance to take him to hospital, but she wouldn't hear
of it. I'll get one along at once and arrange for a bed for him in the Cottage
Hospital here. See you later!"
Fatty raced back to Fairlin Hall. The old fellow looked a little
better, now that he was in bed again. "But where shall we go?" he
kept saying to his wife, who was fondling his hands. "Mary, where shall we
go? Oh. what a lot of trouble I've brought on you. I've always been a trouble
to you, always."
"No, no, you haven't," said the old woman. "It's I
that's been the trouble—having that dreadful illness all those years ago, and
being such an
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