somewheretomakeaphonecall.MycarhadbrokendownoutsidethetownandIwantedtogetin
touchwiththeAutomobileAssociation.Lowgraycloudsweredriftingacrosstheskyandtherewas
acolddampwindblowingoffthesea.Ithadrainedinthenightandwaterwasdrippingfromthebare
treesthatlinedthestreet.IwasgladthatIwaswearingathickcoat.
Icouldseenocallbox,norwasthereanyoneatthatearlyhourIcouldask.IhadthoughtImight
findashopsellingtheSundaypapersoramilkmandoinghisjob,butthetownwascompletelydead.
ThensuddenlyIfoundwhatIwaslookingfor.Therewasasmallpostoffice,andalmosthidden
fromsightinadarknarrowstreetnexttoitwasthetown'sonlypubliccallbox,whichbadlyneeded
acoatofpaint,IhurriedforwardbutstoppedinastonishmentwhenIsawthroughthedirtyglassthat
therewasamaninside.Hewasveryfat,andwaswearingacheapblueplasticraincoatandrubber
boots.Icouldnotseehisface-hewasbendingforwardoverthephonewithhisbackpressedagainst
theglassanddidn'tevenraisehisheadatthesoundofmycomingnearerandnearer.Carefullyand
surprisedly,Iremainedstandingafewfeetawayandlitacigarettetowaitmyturn.ItwaswhenIthrew
thedeadmatchonthegroundthatInoticedsomethingbrightredtricklingfromunderthecallboxdoor.
B.beforemidnight
C.earlymorning
D.lateevening
B.windy,coldandcloudy
C.rainy,coldandclear
D.rainy,windyandcold
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