A Canterbury Tale Page #2

Hey, soldier!

- Can you run, miss?

- Watch me.

Ow!

Hey, Bob.

- There he goes, round that building.

- Come on!

This way. We'll head him off.

- Come on, Bob. You take the river.

- Okay.

- What's that?

Oh, it's me, darn it.

- Any luck?

- Not a sausage. Now, you wait here.

- What, alone? No fear.

- Think we missed him?

- Well, we couldn't have.

- It's a cinch he didn't double back.

Shh!

He's inside. Nowhere else he could be.

Let's find the door.

Here it is.

- Is that a bus?

- Sounds like it.

- What's going on out here?

- Is this the town hall?

- It is.

- Then that's my bus. You can handle this, Bob?

- Sure.

- Good hunting. Let me know what happens.

Good evening. Where's my bag?

- In the road.

- Peter Gibbs is my name,

First Battalion, the Loamshires.

- Here.

- A man is in this building. A soldier.

He must have got in through one of the windows.

Just a minute, miss.

And who might you be?

- My name's Alison Smith.

- She's going to work here.

- I'm going to work on Mr. Colpeper's-

- May I see your identity card?

Identity card nothing!

What kind of a cop are you?

- American.

- Anything the matter, miss?

- Matter?

- Somebody's poured some sticky stuff on my hair.

Sergeant, the Glue Man's out again.

While you're looking us up

in the Domesday Book, he's making a getaway.

- Door there!

- And what about my hair?

Just a minute, if you please. One thing at a time.

- Are you the incident, miss?

- Yes. Look. My hair's full of it.

- Oh, it's the Glue Man, all right.

- Glue Man?

Let me have a look, deary.

Oh, we'll soon see to that, all right.

What is this,

an old Chillingbourne custom?

- He's in the town hall, Sergeant.

- Who is?

Your Glue Man. We chased him

down the street, and he's in this building.

- Door there!

What's up, Ernie?

- It's him, the Glue Man.

- Where?

I heard the whistle,

up on the church tower.

I ran all the way.

I ran - I - I dropped - bumped

into a soldier running across the square.

- He caught the Chartham bus.

- Nuts! That was Peter Gibbs.

- And who may he be?

- The soldier who was with us when it happened.

Well, why don't you

search the building?

You leave that to us, miss. We may be slow

in Chillingbourne compared with London ways...

and we ain't no G-men neither,

but we know our duty and we have our methods.

Ernie Brooks, you get back

to your fire-watching.

If you hear anything,

blow your whistle, as arranged.

- All right, Bertie.

- Sergeant Bassett when on duty, if you please.

Constable Ovenden, you will accompany me

on a tour of the building.

You will kindly stay here with the young lady.

Uh, sergeant, is it?

Yeah. Sergeant Johnson.

Say, can't I come too?

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