"Blyton, Enid - The Five Find-Outers 15 - The Mystery of Banshee Towers 1.1" - читать интересную книгу автора (Blyton Enid)

"FREDERICK! WHAT IS ALL THIS?" demanded Mrs Trotteville in a very cross voice indeed. She poked at Fatty with a hard forefinger, as he lay collapsed in a chair.

"Oh, Mother, don't. You know I'm ticklish," said Fatty. "Mother. I was only being a banshee. Why are you so cross? It's not against the law to wail like a banshee is it?" And off be went again into another roar of laughter.

"I shall fetch your father," said his mother, astounded at Fatty's behaviour. "I really do not know what has come over you all - or Mr Goon either!"

"Goon - what's he doing that's upset you, Mother!" asked Fatty at once.

"He's sitting down in the very middle of my mint bed, if you want to know," said his mother. "And serve him right too - rushing straight into us like that."

"Sitting down in the _mint_ bed, Mother! Oh, this is too good to be true!" said Fatty. "Mother, do you mean to say you pushed him over - oh, Mother, you'll be put into prison if you do things like that. Poor Goon - he'll smell of mint for weeks!"

"Oh, Fatty, please don't make _me_ laugh, too," said his mother, feeling a sudden desire to join in the merriment. "I don't know _what_ to do with you, Fatty. You're a bad lot. Go and help Mr Goon out of my mint bed. I'm sure the poor man is still there!"

Yes - there he is, listening in amazement to the laughter coming from Fatty's shed!

"What's happening now? How is it something _always_ happens when that fat boy is about?" he grunts. "Pooh, what a smell of mint! One of these days, Master Frederick Trotteville, I'll get the better of you! You see if I don't!"

Well, we'll see next time there's a Mystery to solve, Mr Goon. But don't be too sure of yourself, will you? You just NEVER know what old Fatty is up to!