1 ‘It is 6.30 in the evening now, and the wind is still blowing. It is getting colder. About ten
miles away from Princeville Prison a man is hiding in a field. The wind is cutting through his
thin uniform like a knife.
A dog is barking somewhere in the distance. Is it a police dog perhaps? The man in the field
does not know. There is only one idea in his mind at the moment: he must find food and some
warm clothes, but where?
2 Two hundred miles away in London, Baxter’s train is standing at platform 9 in Paddington
Station. Baxter is sitting in a comfortable compartment. There is another man opposite him.
Baxter does not know the man but he can see he wants to talk. The man is holding a
newspaper in his hands.
‘I see someone escaped from Princeville Prison this morning.’
‘Oh, really?’
‘Yes... Would you like to read about it? It’s all here in the paper.’
‘No, thank you.’
3 The train is leaving the station now. Baxter is looking out of the window. He can see a
thousand bright lights in the windows, of pubs, cafés, houses and flats. Everywhere people
are sitting down to warm meals and hot cups of tea. The world looks warm and comfortable.
The man opposite Baxter is still talking.
‘The paper says the man was a spy... he gave important military secrets away. I hope the
police catch him!‘
‘Yes, so do I.’