‘Think about it, David. You must have an old object.
An object with a
number on it?’
David thought carefully. He had no such object. He was sure of it. Then
he remembered something. He did have one thing with a number. Maybe
that was it?
‘Now that you mention it,’ he said
excitedly
, ‘I may have something!
Wait here. I’ll go and get it!’
‘Where are you going?’ asked Walter.
‘To my house. I need to get something.’
‘Wait! I’ll come with you.’
David looked at the man suspiciously once again. The man was old. He
seemed nice. He guessed it would not be a problem. ‘OK,’ he said. ‘Follow
me!’
David and Walter left the park. They went back along a small street.
Then they took a bus to David’s house. It was in a different part of town.
While they travelled,
David asked Walter, ‘What’s your name?’
‘My name is Walter. Walter Davies.’
‘And how long have you been in Edinburgh Mr Davies?’
‘Oh, please call me Walter! No need to be so polite.’
‘OK, Walter. How long have you been in Edinburgh?’
‘I’ve been here two hours.’
‘Oh really? That’s not long.’
‘Yes, but I like it! There are a lot of nice people and interesting sights
here.’
‘Yes, there are.’
The two men continued talking. Soon they reached David’s house.
The
house was small and
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