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Enid Blyton - Mystery 13 - Mystery of the Missing ManFatty’s News“I’m going to buy some Easter eggs,” said Pip, at breakfast-time. “Are youcoming too, Bets? Then we might go and call on old Fatty.”“Oh yes - let’s!” said Bets. “I’ve only seen him once since he came back fromschool, and then he was with Mrs. Trotteville and we couldn’t say much.”“We’ll call in and tell Larry and Daisy to come too,” said Pip. “We might goand have buns and coffee at the dairy. Mother, do you want anything in thevillage?”“No - unless you like to buy yourself an alarm clock,” said Mrs. Hilton,buttering her toast. Pip stared.“What for?” he said. “I’ve got a watch.”Bets giggled. “You mean he might get up in time for breakfast then, Mother!”she said.“Ha! Funny joke,” said Pip. “Anyway, no alarm clock would wake me if I’mreally asleep. Besides, Mother - I’ve only just come back from a very, veryhard term’s work, and as for the exams last weck, well I bet you wouldn’t gettop marks any more than I shall. I’ve not slept well for weeks, worrying aboutmy marks.”“I suppose that means that you’ll be somewhere near the bottom again,” saidPip’s father, putting down his morning paper for a moment. “Well, we shallknow the worst in a few days’ time when your report comes.”Pip changed the subject quickly - a trick at which he was very good. “Dad,what do you want for Easter?” he asked. “I did think of getting you some ofthat tobacco you like - and Mother, I suppose you wouldn’t like a marzipanegg, would you, I know you like marzipan, and...”The trick worked. Both his parents had to smile. His mother tapped hirn an thehand. “All right, all right, we won’t mention reports till after Easter. Andyes, I do like marzipan. Now, do you want to finish the toast - because if soI’ll leave you to it. Bets, remember to make your bed and dust your roombefore you go out. AND - please don’t forget that dinner is at one o’clocksharp.”The telephone bell shrilled out as Mrs. Hilton left the table. She went intothe hall to answer it and called back into the room almost at once.“It’s Fatty - he wants to speak to one of you. You go, Bets, you’ve finishedyour meal.”Bets flew to the telephone. “Hallo! Hallo, Fatty!”“Hallo, little Bets!” said a warm, lively voice on the telephone. “What aboutmeeting somewhere this morning? I’ve got a spot of Easter shopping to do.”“Oh yes, Fatty!” said Bets eagerly. “Pip and I were just thinking the