THE ARTFUL DODGER AGAIN [To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.]
SiR,—" I want to go to Dover. Can you take me ? " These words were addressed to me the other evening by a chubby pleasant-faced boy who had skilfully opened the on door
of the moving car and settled down comfortably on the seat beside me. A moment previously he had attracted my
attention-while in the traffic jam at the bottom of Hamilton Mice by standing in front of the car and pointing earnestly to the ground at his feet. I said, " I am in a hurry and I'm not
going near Doi-er, but I'll drop you near Victoria. Tell me what you *anted to say when you signalled me."
' " There was 'a big piece of glass on the ground, and I thought you might go over it, but you didn't. I must go to Dover to get a job on a farm, and Victoria is no good for I haven't any money.'
As I slowed down at the end of Ebury Street I asked him, " Have you ever played the piece of glass trick before, for I think it's a goOd one and worth some money ? " An enigmatic smile was the only reply I got as he slipped out of the car Pocketing his half-crown: If he really wanted to get to Dover, I am sure he has got there by now. He was a nice boy, and I -wonder if any of your readers have come across him.—
I am, Sir, &c., 6 Dalton Road, Eastbourne. A. F. W. GOURLAY.
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