THE THIEF'S STORY FINAL PART

THE THIEF'S STORY FINAL PART

I hurried back to the room feeling   very nervous, for it is much easier to steal something than to return it undetected, I opened the door quietly, then stood in the doorway, in clouded moonlight . Anil was still asleep. I crept to the head of the bed, and my hand came up with the notes. I felt his breath on my hand. I remained still for a minute. Then  my hand found the edge of the mattress and slipped under it with the notes.

THE THIEF'S STORY PART-3

THE THIEF'S STORY

 PART-3

When I reached the station i did not stop at the ticket office( I had never bought a ticket in my life) but dashed straight to the platform. The Lucknow Express was just moving out. The train had still to pick up speed and I should have been able to jump into one of the carriages, but I hesitated-for  some reason I can’t explain- and I lost the chance to get away.

THE THEIF'S STORY 

PART-2

Anil made money by fits and starts. He would borrow one week, lend the next. He kept worrying about his next  cheque , but as soon as it arrived he would go out and celebrate. It seems he wrote for magazines—a queer way to make a living!

THE THEIF'S STORY- ENGLISH STORY PART-1

THE THEIF'S STORY

i was still a theif when i met anil and though i was only fifteen, i was an experienced and fairly sucesseful hand.