Mr. Hart, a London taxi driver, has a new black taxi. He hurries through the busy 41 every day.
One day when he was having a short rest, a young man jumped into his 42 .
“To the station as 43 as you can,” shouted the man in a very 44 way. “My 45 leaves at three o’clock.”
Mr. Hart did his best, but there was a lot of traffic. At every corner there was a 46 light.
The young man said,” Hurry up, man! I don’t want to 47 my train.”
“And I don’t want to have an 48 ,” replied Mr. Hart quickly.
While he was 49 , Mr. Hart suddenly recognized the man’s 50 . He was a 51. The police were looking for him. His picture was in the 52 that he read.
Mr. Hart raced through the streets and 53 through red lights. Soon there was a police car 54 him. Mr. Hart raced on until he 55 the station. He stopped in front of the station at two minutes 56 three. The young man quickly jumped out of the taxi, and ran into the station.
“ 57 !” cried Mr. Hart. At the moment the police car stopped, too. “Quick! He is the thief!” shouted Mr. Hart. Two policeman 58 into the station. Three minutes later they 59 with the young man.
“Well 60 !” a policeman said to Mr. Hart as they were taking the thief to the police car.
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