I’m in a skilled trade too. What can she do flat out?
I'll bet she won't do it.
Open'er up and prove it guv'nor. Let's see what she'll do.
I had a new BMW 3.3 litre. The top speed was 129 mph. The body was pale blue. The seats were dark blue and made of leather. The windows and sunroof were electrically operated. The radio aerial came up when the radio was on and went down when off. The engine growled at slow speeds but purred at sixty miles an hour. I was driving up to London. Ahead of me, a man thumbed a lift. I brought the car beside him. I always stopped for hitchhikers.
What's the hurry? Is your house's on fire and you're rushing back to your family? Driver's license.
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 had a cloth cap on his head and he was wearing a greyish-coloured jacket with enormous pockets. The grey jacket, together with the quick eyes and the pointed ears, made him look like some sort of a huge human rat." Where are you headed?" I asked. He said. "I'm goin' to the races."
5. The Truth
Why'd you lie to him? You told him you were an unemployed hod carrier. But you told me you were in a highly skilled trade.
" I’m a writer, and most writers are terribly nosy.” " I’m in a skilled trade too. What can she do flat out?" he asked "One hundred and twenty-nine miles an hour," I told him."I'll bet she won't do it." "I'll bet she will." "Open 'er up and prove it, guv'nor. Let's see what she'll do."he said. I pressed my foot hard down on the accelerator. In ten seconds or so, we were doing ninety. At that moment, a cop on a motorcycle raised a hand for us to stop.
6. The Reveal
I'm a fingersmith. You've 'eard of a goldsmith. They're experts with gold. I'm an expert with my fingers, so I'm a fingersmith.
"What's the hurry? Is your house on fire and you’re rushing back to your family?" he barked."Driver's license." I gave him my license. He copied my name and address, the number from my license plate and filled in the details of my offence. "Now you." he said. My passenger fished in his pockets and came out with a driver's license of his own. The cop wrote it all down in the notebook. "I hope you get locked up and fined." He said.
I hope you get locked up and fined.
I said, "Why did you lie to him? You told him you were an unemployed hod carrier but you told me you were in a highly skilled trade." "So I am," he said. "But it don't pay to tell everythin' to a copper. I'm in a very peculiar trade." I waited for him to go on. He took from his pocket a tin of tobacco and a packet of cigarette papers and started to roll a cigarette and the speed which he performed this rather difficult operation was incredible.
So I am, but it don't pay to tell everythin' to a copper. I'm in a very peculiar trade.
"I'm a fingersmith." He spoke the words as though he was telling me he was the Archbishop of Canterbury. " You've 'eard of a goldsmith. They're experts with gold. I'm an expert with my fingers, so I'm a fingersmith." "That policeman's going to check on you," I said. "Aren't you worried?" "Nobody's checkin' up on me." In his right hand, the man was holding the two books he had taken from the cop. I was so excited.
That policeman's going to check on you. Aren't you worried?