I'm goin' to Espom, for the races. It's Derby Day today.
I'm going right through London and out the other side.
One hundred and twenty-nine miles an hour.
What can she do flat out?
I was driving up to London by myself. Ahead of me I saw a man thumbing a lift.I touched the brake and brought the car to stop beside him. I always stop for hitchhiker. He got in and I drove off.
What's the hurry?
No hurry, officer.
He was a small ratty-faced man with grey teeth. His eyes were dark and quick and clever, like rat's eyes, and his ears were slightly pointed at the top. He wore a cloth cap and greyish-coloured jacket with enormous pockets. It made him look like a human rat.
We talked about our jobs and about my car.He asked me about my car and how fast it could go. He didn't believe me when i told that my car could go up to one hundred and twenty-nine miles an hour, hence i decided to prove it.
I am a fingersmith.
I proved my point as i sped past many cars, at that moment, I heard the scream of a police siren. Soon a big meaty man with a belly was questioning me and the hitchhiker. i was shocked when the hitchhiker lied about his job to the police officer.
After the officer left, i questioned the hitchhiker as to why he lied to the police. He was being cautious as to who he was telling and did not want to tell the cops anything that would get him into trouble.
He finally told me that he was a pickpocket or as he would call himself a "fingersmith". He could take things from you without you even realising. He even managed to take the two books with their names written in it from the police officer. I was both excited nervous, excited and relieved all at once.