Herbert’s homecoming

Herbert’s homecoming

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Herbert was a student at Cambridge,but his home town was st Albans. It was august and the family had gone to the seaside. Herbert went to france for his holiday, but he ran out of money. So he came home a week earlier than his family.
His train got into sa Albans just before midnight. The last bus had gone, wholesale replica designer handbags, so he had to walk home. When he got home, he went into his bedroom, and as he was feeling hot, he took off his shirt to have a wash.
Suddenly he heard several people running up the path. The back door burst open, and he found himself surrounded by policemen,. They pushed him into the next room, makde him site down, and began asking him questions.
“what’s your name?”
“where do you live?”
“what’s in that bag?”
“what are you doing here?”
“I live here, “said Herbert, “I’ve been on holilday, wholesale designer handbags,” But nobody listened to him.they just went on asking questions then euddenly one of the policemen said:
“wacth him, frank-we’ll go and serch he house.”
They left one tall, very young policeman to guard him.
“can I put my shirt on?” asked Herbert.
“no.” said the policeman, “stay where you are.”
Then the others came back with an older man, a wergeant. He asked the same questions, but the listened to herbert’s answers.
“I live here,” said Herbert,” wholesale coach handbags and I want to put my shirt on.” The sergeant looked at him thoughtfully,.
“we’ll soon settle this,” he said.
He went out and came back with a small man wering a brown coat. It was herbert’s neighbour. He looked at Herbert through thick glasses.

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