Tom Smith was a writer. He wrote stories for magazines. One evening he could not find an end for a story. He sat with his typewriter in front of him, but he had 1So he decided to go to the 2 When he came back, he found that he had had a visitor. Someone had 3his flat. The man had had a drink, smoked several of Tom's cigarettes—and had read his story. The visitor left Tom a note: "I have read your story and I don't think much of it. Please read my suggestions and then you can finish it. By the way, I am a 4 I am not going to steal anything tonight. But if you become a 5writer, I will return."