I'm goin' to Epsom, for the races. It's Derby Day today.
What's the hurry?
No hurry, officer.
It was a exciting toy,a big B M W 3.3 Li, long wheelbase, fuel injection. It had a top speed of 129 mph and terrific acceleration.Ahead of me I saw a man thumbing a lift. I always stopped for hitchhikers.
Now, you. Address ?
ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY MILES PER HOUR! That's FIFTY miles an hour over the limit !
Michael Fish Fourteen,Windsor Lane.Luton.
He was a small ratty-faced man with grey teeth. He had a cloth cap on his head and he was wearing a greyish-coloured jacket with enormous pockets.
You mean you took it off me while we've been driving along?
The protagonist told the hitchhiker that he was a writer. The hitchhiker asked the protagonist how fast can the car go. The protagonist told him one hundred twenty-nine miles an hour. The hitchhiker did not believe the protagonist so he make him prove that the car could go that fast. They were stopped by a police officer for speeding.
What has memory got to do with it ? It's written down in his book , isn't it ?
Yes,guv'nor,it is. But the trouble is, he lost the book. He lost both books, the one with your name on it, the one with mine.
The protagonist gave the officer his driver's licence. He carefully copied down the address and name from his license. Then the officer tore out the top copy of the ticket and issued the ticket to the protagonist.
The protagonist asked the hitchhiker lots of questions and was shocked by what the author could do.
The hitchhiker told the protagonist that he was a professional finger smith. The hitchhiker told the protagonist that he took the book.