Detective adventures continue for Fatty, his friends, and the faithful Scotch terrier, Buster.
— Betsy, don’t let the oatmeal get you! — Mrs. Hilton scolded her. — There’s no need to hurry.
— There is plenty to hurry! — Betsy replied. — I have to meet Fatty, Mommy! Don’t you remember he’s coming this morning?
— Late this morning, right? — Mrs. Hilton said. — There’s still plenty of time. Please don’t get yourself all hung up.
— Betsy has to hurry to spread a red carpet on the platform and assemble an orchestra to welcome him with a “tush,” — with a grin, her brother Pip pointed out. — Is that why you’re rushing, Betsy? You still need to run around all the orchestra members and make sure they polish their instruments properly.
Another title:
The Mystery of the Midnight Van