and who is this man anyway? how do i know he's a suitable friend for Susie? Perhaps he's a married man. i felt like this when i saw her getting into the aeroplane,' he thought. i had a feeling of... of.... danger... accidents.' He was shaking now. He felt cold and sick. She's had a crash in that man's car,' he thought. i'm sure of it.
now he was walking backwards and forwards across the dewy, moonlit grass. i'm sure she's had an accident,' he thought. in a minute or two the police will telephone-oh dear! oh dear!
he began to walk up the road in his pyjamas and bedroom slippers. he looked at the sky; there were lines of gold above the tree-tops. the moon was disappearing. it was almost day. oh where is she?' he cried, and he began to run.
a few moments later, he thought he saw a pair of yellow eyes looking at him from the road. he realized that they were the lights of a car. it was standing at the side of the road. he did not know what to do about it. should he go up to the car, and knock on the window and say, Susan, come home? but there was always the chance that some other man's daughter was in the car.
and than what will she think of me-out here in my pyjamas.