did our part all
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reason crime don’t pay,” said the professor, as he finished
Soon we were outside the premises of Messrs. Witson, Sons and
Company Ltd., Jewellers. Against the kerb there stood a powerful
tourer, and crowded up close behind was a broken-down old family
we do is this,” lectured the professor. “You, Jim, get in that big
car and get the engine running, while me an’ Angel-face make the
I said—I’m Angel-face—“there’s a geyser sitting in that old
saloon at the back.”
what?” said Jim, running an expert eye over the tourer. “That old
tub wouldn’t catch us in a million years!”
must say, considering we hadn’t done no planning, the first part of
the operation went off very well. The professor and I scrambled into
the big tourer as Jim let in the clutch.
said the professor, “and don’t spare the fiippin’ horsepower!”
behind!” I cried. “That old buggy’s following us!”
Jim glanced in the mirror, changed gear, revved, changed into top,
then we were well away and doing forty in no time. “That’s left
him, hasn’t it ?” he said.
still right on our tail,” I told him.
smiled, and there was nothing funny in it. He likes a little
competition—it was Jim who got Jehu past his driving test. We went
down that road at fifty, crossed two red lights, swung on to the
by-pass with our tyres playing the bagpipes—and the old saloon clung
to our tail all the way. Jim lost his grin.
him off,” said the professor. “We can’t head for home till
we’ve lost him.”
it to me,” Jim said.
something else!” said the professor.
it was an old trick, and had been done many times before. What you do is
swerve into the kerb and stop suddenly, and the other fellow is supposed
to overshoot by a mile, leaving you to dodge down a side-turning and get
did our part all right, but the bloke behind came smack-bang into us.
The police found us lying across the bonnet of the family
saloon—including the old fellow with the beard.
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