— Bob knocked over the red wine,        the table cloth.

      Mr. Hart, a London taxi driver, has a new black taxi. He hurries through the busy 1 every day.

      One day when he was having a short rest, a young man jumped into his2 .

“To the station as3as you can,” shouted the man in a very 4 way. “My5 leaves at three o'clock.”

      Mr. Hart did his best, but there was a lot of traffic. At every corner there was a6light.

The young man said,” Hurry up, man! I don't want to 7 my train.”

“And I don't want to have an8 ,” replied Mr. Hart quickly.

While he was9, Mr. Hart suddenly recognized the man's 10. He was a11. The police were looking for him. His picture was in the 12 that he read.

      Mr. Hart raced through the streets and 13 through red lights. Soon there was a police car 14 him. Mr. Hart raced on until he 15 the station. He stopped in front of the station at two minutes16 three. The young man quickly jumped out of the taxi, and ran into the station.

       “ 17!” cried Mr. Hart. At the moment the police car stopped, too. “Quick! He is the thief!” shouted Mr. Hart. Two policeman 18 into the station. Three minutes later they19 with the young man.

       “Well 20!” a policeman said to Mr. Hart as they were taking the thief to the police car.

—There's no________for this while you are on duty.