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Another
thing
I
did
,
I
bought
a
lot
of
clothes
for
her
at
a
store
in
London
.
What
I
did
was
,
in
one
I
saw
an
assistant
just
her
size
and
I
gave
the
colours
I
always
saw
Miranda
wear
and
I
got
everything
there
they
said
a
girl
would
need
.
I
told
a
story
about
a
girl
-
friend
from
the
North
who
’
d
had
all
her
juggage
stolen
and
I
wanted
it
to
be
a
surprise
,
etcetera
.
I
don
’
t
think
she
believed
me
in
the
store
,
but
it
was
a
good
sale
—
I
paid
out
nearly
ninety
pounds
that
morning
.
I
could
go
on
all
night
about
the
precautions
.
I
used
to
go
and
sit
in
her
room
and
work
out
what
she
could
do
to
escape
.
I
thought
she
might
know
about
electricity
,
you
never
know
with
girls
these
days
,
so
I
always
wore
rubber
heels
,
I
never
touched
a
switch
without
a
good
look
first
.
I
got
a
special
incinerator
to
burn
all
her
rubbish
.
I
knew
nothing
of
hers
must
ever
leave
the
house
.
No
laundry
.
There
could
always
be
something
.
Well
,
at
last
I
went
back
up
to
London
to
the
Cremorne
Hotel
.
For
several
days
I
watched
for
her
but
I
didn
’
t
see
her
.
It
was
a
very
anxious
time
,
but
I
kept
on
.
I
didn
’
t
take
the
camera
,
I
knew
it
was
too
risky
,
I
was
after
bigger
game
than
just
a
street
shot
.
I
went
twice
to
the
coffee
-
bar
.
One
day
I
spent
nearly
two
hours
there
pretending
to
read
a
book
,
but
she
didn
’
t
come
.
I
began
to
get
wild
ideas
,
perhaps
she
’
d
died
,
perhaps
she
wasn
’
t
doing
art
there
any
more
.
Then
one
day
(
I
didn
’
t
want
the
van
to
get
too
familiar
)
as
I
was
getting
off
the
Underground
at
Warren
Street
,
I
saw
her
.
She
was
getting
off
a
train
coming
from
the
north
on
the
other
platform
.
It
was
easy
.
I
followed
her
out
of
the
station
,
and
saw
her
go
off
towards
the
College
.
The
next
days
I
watched
the
tube
station
.
Perhaps
she
didn
’
t
always
use
the
tube
to
go
home
,
I
didn
’
t
see
her
for
two
days
,
but
then
the
third
day
I
saw
her
cross
the
road
and
go
into
the
station
.
That
’
s
how
I
found
out
where
she
came
from
.
It
was
Hampstead
.
I
did
the
same
thing
there
.
I
waited
for
her
to
come
out
the
next
day
and
she
did
and
I
followed
her
about
ten
minutes
through
a
lot
of
little
streets
to
where
she
lived
.
I
walked
on
past
the
house
she
went
into
and
found
out
the
number
and
then
at
the
end
of
the
road
the
name
of
it
.
It
was
a
good
day
’
s
work
.
I
booked
out
of
the
Cremorne
three
days
before
,
and
every
night
I
moved
into
a
new
hotel
and
booked
out
the
next
morning
so
that
I
couldn
’
t
be
traced
.
In
the
van
I
had
the
bed
ready
and
the
straps
and
scarves
.
I
was
going
to
use
chloroform
,
I
used
it
once
in
the
killing
-
bottle
.
A
chap
in
Public
Analysis
let
me
have
it
.
It
doesn
’
t
go
weak
but
just
to
make
sure
I
decided
to
mix
in
a
bit
of
carbon
tetrachloride
,
what
they
call
CTC
and
you
can
buy
anywhere
.
I
drove
round
the
Hampstead
district
and
learnt
the
A
to
Z
for
that
part
off
and
how
to
get
quickly
away
down
to
Fosters
.
Everything
was
ready
.
So
now
I
could
watch
and
when
I
saw
the
chance
,
do
it
.
I
was
really
peculiar
those
days
,
I
thought
of
everything
,
just
like
I
’
d
been
doing
it
all
my
life
.
Like
I
’
d
been
a
secret
agent
or
a
detective
.
It
finally
ten
days
later
happened
as
it
sometimes
does
with
butterflies
.
I
mean
you
go
to
a
place
where
you
know
you
may
see
something
rare
and
you
don
’
t
,
but
the
next
time
not
looking
for
it
you
see
it
on
a
flower
right
in
front
of
you
,
handed
to
you
on
a
plate
,
as
they
say
.
This
night
I
was
outside
the
tube
as
usual
with
the
van
up
a
side
street
.
It
had
been
a
fine
day
but
close
;
and
it
came
on
to
thunder
and
rain
.
I
was
standing
in
the
doorway
of
a
shop
opposite
the
exit
,
and
I
saw
her
come
up
the
steps
just
as
it
was
teeming
.
I
saw
she
had
no
raincoat
,
only
a
jumper
.
Soon
she
ran
round
the
corner
into
the
main
part
of
the
station
.
I
crossed
,
there
were
a
mass
of
people
milling
about
.
She
was
in
a
telephone
box
.
Then
she
came
out
and
instead
of
going
up
the
hill
like
she
usually
did
she
went
along
another
street
.
I
followed
her
,
I
thought
it
was
no
good
,
I
couldn
’
t
understand
what
she
was
doing
.
Then
she
suddenly
shot
up
a
side
road
and
there
was
a
cinema
and
she
went
in
.
I
saw
what
it
was
,
she
had
rung
up
where
she
lived
to
say
it
was
raining
hard
and
she
was
going
in
the
cinema
to
wait
for
it
to
clear
up
.
I
knew
it
was
my
chance
,
unless
someone
came
to
meet
her
.
When
she
had
gone
in
,
I
went
and
saw
how
long
the
programme
lasted
.
It
was
two
hours
.
I
took
a
risk
,
perhaps
I
wanted
to
give
fate
a
chance
to
stop
me
.
I
went
into
a
cafe
and
had
my
supper
.
Then
I
went
to
my
van
and
parked
where
I
could
see
the
cinema
.
I
didn
’
t
know
what
to
expect
,
perhaps
she
was
meeting
a
friend
.
I
mean
I
felt
I
was
swept
on
,
like
down
rapids
,
I
might
hit
something
,
I
might
get
through
.
She
came
out
alone
,
exactly
two
hours
later
,
it
had
stopped
raining
more
or
less
and
it
was
almost
dark
,
the
sky
overcast
.
I
watched
her
go
back
the
usual
way
up
the
hill
.
Then
I
drove
off
past
her
to
a
place
I
knew
she
must
pass
.
It
was
where
the
road
she
lived
in
curved
up
away
from
another
one
.
