The old lady opened the front door. Coke could see her quite clearly ,but nothing else.
He listened carefully.
"Hello, Mrs Bentley. I'm from the village police station. The sergeant sent me. I've got
something to tell you."
Then Coke saw the policeman very clearly. Coke looked around quickly.
There was a poker lying in the fireplace. He almost went to get it and then stopped.
"No!" he thought "That's too dangerous. They already think I'm a spy. Whatever I have to do I can do just as well with my fists." He stepped back and waited. The old lady
and the policeman came through the door into the sitting-room. Coke was still behind the
door, so the policeman could not see him.
"Good evening officer. Can I help you?" Coke said very loudly and clearly. The
policeman turned around and looked at Coke. He was very surprised. Then Coke hit him as hard as he could in the stomach and he fell to the floor heavily. The old lady
screamed. The policeman tried to get up, but fell back weakly. Coke ran out of the room.