"Can't wait any longer," he said. "The job's on tonight."
'Tonight?" said another man. "Where? All of us in it this time, or not?"
"All of us," said the first man. "Except Number Three, as he's not here. It's the Casfleton pearls tonight."
"Whew!" said two of the men. "Big stuff!"
"Very big," said the first man. "Now see here—these are the plans. You, Number Two, have got to drive the car, and you..."
Fatty and Mr. Goon watched and listened intently. Mr. Goon remembered not to breathe loudly, and as for Fatty, he was so excited that he hardly breathed at all. They heard all the details of the new robbery to be pulled off that night. But try as he would Fatty could not see clearly the face of any of the men at all.
He began to think hard. The men would soon be gone. Once they were gone he would get to the telephone and tell the Inspector all he knew—and the robbery could be stopped. Then he remembered Mr. Goon. Blow! Goon would be in charge of this, not Fatty.
Poor Mr. Goon was not feeling very happy just at that moment. He wanted to sneeze. He could feel it coming quite distinctly. He swallowed violently and wriggled his nose about. No—that sneeze meant to come. Whoooshooo!
Mr. Goon Plays a Mean Trick.
It wasn't a very big sneeze, because Mr. Goon had tried most valiantly to stop it, and it came out in quite a gentlemanly manner. But it was enough to startle all the men, and Fatty too, almost out of their skins!