The policemen in a big city were
looking for a thief. At last they {{U}}(41) {{/U}} him. They took
{{U}}(42) {{/U}} of him—from the front, from the left, from the right,
with a hat, {{U}}(43) {{/U}} a hat. Just after they took the last one,
the thief attacked the policemen and ran{{U}} (44) {{/U}}. They tried to
catch him, but failed. A week {{U}}(45) {{/U}} the telephone rang in the police station, and somebody said, "You are looking for Bill Cross, aren't you?" "Yes, where is he?" "Well, he left here {{U}}(46) {{/U}} Waterbridge an hour ago." Waterbridge was a small town about 100 miles from the city. The city police {{U}}(47) {{/U}} sent four {{U}}(48) {{/U}} photos of the thief to the police in Waterbridge. Less than twelve hours later they {{U}}(49) {{/U}} a telephone call from the police station in Waterbridge. "We have caught three of your men," they said happily, "And we will catch the {{U}}(50) {{/U}} this evening, we think." |