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was so fat and comical in appearance, he was known
as Baby Fatso and made millions laugh at the way he
kept falling over things.
This gave him a deep aversion to being laughed at.
In order to get himself taken seriously, he studied
furiously. From the time he could read, he read
everything he could get his hands on—science,
psychology, criminology, and many other subjects.
Having a good memory, he retained much of what he
read, so that in school his teachers found it best to
avoid getting into arguments with him about questions
of fact. They found themselves proved wrong too
often.
If at this point Jupiter Jones sounds rather
insufferable, I can only agree with you heartily.
However, I am told he has many loyal friends. But
then, there is no accounting for the tastes of the
young.
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Now I could tell you a great deal more about him
and the other boys. I could tell you how Jupiter won
the use of the gold-plated car in a contest. I could tell
you how he established a local reputation for finding
lost articles, including runaway pets. I could——But
I feel I have done my duty. I have more than lived up
to my promise. If you haven't skipped all this long
ago, you are probably even gladder than I am that this
introduction is ended.
ALFRED HITCHCOCK
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1
The Three Investigators
BOB ANDREWS PARKED his bike outside his home in
Rocky Beach and entered the house. As he closed the
door, his mother called to him from the kitchen.
“Robert? Is that you?”
“Yes, Mom.” He went into the kitchen. His mother,
brown-haired and slender, was making doughnuts.
“How was the library?” she asked.
“It was okay,” Bob told her. After all, there was
never, any excitement at the library. He worked there
part time, sorting returned books and helping with the
filing and cataloguing.
“Your friend Jupiter called.” His mother went on
rolling out the dough on a board. “He left a message.”
“A message?” Bob yelled with sudden excitement.
“What was it?”
“I wrote it down. I’ll get it out of my pocket as soon
as I finish with this dough.”
“Can’t you remember what he said?”