One evening Mr. Green was driving in his car along a lonely country road. He had been to London wherehe had drawn 50 from the bank, and he was now returning home with the money which he had put in hispocket book. At the loneliest part of the road a man in shabby, badly-fitting clothes stopped him and asked fora lift. Mr. Green told him to get into the car and continued on his way. As he talked to the man he learned thathe had been in prison for robbery and had broken out of prison two days ago. Mr. Green was very worried at thethought of the ~ 50 that he had put in his pocket book. Suddenly he saw a police-car and had a bright idea.He had just reached a small town where the speed limit was 30 miles an hour. He pressed down the acceleratorand drove the car as fast as it would go. He looked back and saw that the police-car had seen himand had begun to chase him. After a mile or so the police-car overtook him and ordered him to stop. A police-man got out and came to Mr. Greens car. Mr. Green had hoped that he could tell the policeman about the es-caped robber, but the man had taken a gun out of his pocket and had put it to Mr. Greens back. The police-man took out his notebook and pencil and said he wanted Mr. Greens name and address. Mr. Green asked tobe taken to the police station but the policeman said, "No, I want your name and address now. You will haveto appear at the police court later. " So, Mr. Green gave the policeman his name and address. The policemanwrote it down, put his notebook and pencil back in his pocket and gave Mr. Green a talk about dangerous driv-ing. Then Mr. Green started up his car again and drove on. He had given up all hope of his ~ 50, but just ashe reached the outskirts of London, the passenger said he wanted to get out here. Mr. Green stopped the car,the man got out and said, "Thanks for the lift. Youve been good to me. This is the least I can do in return. ~And he handed Mr. Green the policemans notebook.