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104 CARAVAN DAYShave done by stepping into a bowl of water, leftfor the dog at the top of a dark flight of stonesteps, and rolling it down noisily to the bottom.That was the sort of way things went on withme throughout this wild evening. The stationmaster,however, soon had on his discarded garmentsand came back with me to the station.Investigation showed that at the time when thetypewriter was handed in Tom had been on duty.Very well. Where did Tom live ? The porterwent out to enquire.It was about ten o'clock when the porter andI set off, taking the typewriter with us so thatthere might be no mistake, to dig out Tom.Wereached a tall house in a back street after a timeand climbed four flights of dark stone steps. No,Tom didn't live up there. He lived on the groundfloor. Down we came again. His landlady wasfortunately still up or perhaps I should saypartially up but Tom was in bed and asleep.We both made our way into his room and lit thegas.Tom was a pleasant-looking fellow with very redhair, and a remarkably heavy sleeper. We hadthe utmost difficulty in getting anythingout ofhim. But at last he sat up. It had been a longand weary quest, but now we had him. The