The two policemen at the road block were bored. It was a lonely spot between two
hills and there was very little traffic.
"Could you give me a light. Tom?" one of them said. It was his tenth cigarette that
night. Just then, they both looked up and saw a car coming towards them.
"It's a police car." the other one said. "Perhaps they're bringing us some hot coffee, or
something to eat."
They both watched the car as it came closer. It was a long, straight road and the car
was still a good distance away.
"Isn't it going to stop?"
"It doesn't look like it."
"Shall we stop it? Our orders are to stop every car."
Just then, they heard the two-tone sound of the horn. It was obvious that whoever was
in the car was in a great hurry.