"Waxworks, Tuesday, nine p.m." said Fatty, and his eyes gleamed. "So that's one of their meeting-places. Down in the Waxworks Hall, where all those figures are. Now we know something!"
"We really do," said Bets. "What are they meeting about, Fatty?"
"I don't know—but I shall find out," said Fatty. "Because—I shall be there on Tuesday night!"
In Mr. Goon's Clutches.
The children were full of excitement when they heard Fatty say this. "What! Go down to the Waxworks, and attend the gang meeting!" said Larry. "You wouldn't dare! You'd be discovered, however well you hid yourself!"
"It's the only way of finding out who all the gang are," said Fatty. "I shall see them, hear them talk and plan—my word, this is a bit of luck!"
"No wonder Goon wanted to get hold of that cigarette from the old man," said Daisy. "He would give anything to have this message!"
"He'll wonder what the old chap's done with it!" said Fatty, with a grin. "He'll have searched him from top to toe—but he won't have found that cigarette!"
They talked excitedly for some time and then Fatty said he really must go home and get out of his hot, smelly old-man clothes. The others walked down to the gate with him, leaving an angry Buster tied up in the summer-house.
Meanwhile Mr. Goon had had a most disappointing time. He had found no cigarette at all on the old man. He was angry and puzzled, and he shouted at the old fellow, getting redder and redder in the face.