The man strode briskly towards his house. On the
outside he was caring, on the inside he was guilty. And evil ! His mansion was
queer and gloomy for the owner rarely
appeared.
Later that day, the man was in a stolen car driving
away from the police. Round the corner.
Straight through
the roundabout at full pelt. The police were lagging. He got away treble the
speed limit towards his disguised house.
Clambering out of
the car, the car disappeared into an underground parking lot.
The thief opened
the door. A bulky police man stood in the
doorway.
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