‘So that’s how you guessed, you clever girl!’ said Fatty. ‘I call that pretty good, Bets. Honestly, I sometimes think you notice even more than the others!’
Bets glowed, but Pip did not look too pleased. He always thought of Bets as his baby sister, and thought she ought to be kept under, and not made conceited about herself.
‘She’ll get swelled head,’ he growled. ‘Any of us could have spotted Buster’s goofy look at you.’
‘Ah, but you didn’t,’ said Fatty. ‘I say - isn’t it great that old Clear-Orf thinks I’ve gone to Tippylooloo! That was a bit of luck, his happening to be with you when I cycled up this morning. Didn’t he jump when I let my bike fall on his shin!’
They all stared at Fatty in admiration. The things he did! The things he thought of! Bets giggled.
‘Won’t he be surprised when you turn up!’ she said. ‘He’ll think you’ve come back from Tippylooloo already!’
‘What a name!’ said Daisy. ‘How in the world did you think of it?’
‘Oh, things like that are easy,’ said Fatty, modestly. ‘Poor old Clear-Orf! He just swallowed that telegram whole!’
‘Are you going to use that disguise when we solve our next mystery?’ asked Bets, eagerly.
‘What’s our next mystery?’ said Pip. ‘We haven’t got one! It would be too much to expect one these hols.’