Late in the afternoon, he seemed to be lost, he saw a schoolgril approaching and asked her the way..
Smith: Can you tell me the way to Wareham in Dorset ?
Schoolgirl: Same as you wears'em any where else mister ...
The girl giggled and ran past him into the nearby cottage. Her response evoked a wry smile from Smith, Smith knocked on the door of the cottage, a woman answered the door and gave him directions ..and also advised him that there was an escaped lunatic in the area....
Smith walked for about a five minutes own the road, as he turned left at the crossroads he ran into a dishevelled man - as he looked closer he realised the man was in a straight jacket - must be the poor unfortunate man the woman told him about... the man was muttering in some sort of german .... he looked familiar though ... then it dawned on him, back hair small black moustache, put him in the right clothes at a distance you could have mistaken him for Hitler ... Smith hoped the poor man was not prone to violence ...
Smith was uncertain what to do next; however a plain coloured van passed by and pulled up just down the road and out got a doctor and nurse who ushered the poor unfortunate into the back...
The young doctor approached Smith ....
Doctor: are you alright ?
Smith: Yes thanks
Doctor:Can we give you a lift ? we're going to pass through Bournemouth.
Smith: Can you you drop me off in Poole ?
Doctor: Of course, you can sit up front in the passenger seat...
Smith followed the doctor back to the ambulance and got in - off they went......what a stroke of luck thought Smith a free ride. During the journey Smith had a strange idea - was the man in the back the result of a failed attempt to create a double of Hitler, he dismissed the idea and sat back and enjoyed the ride...
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The plot thickens !
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