The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time - Mark Haddon [55]
So I stood very still in the train carriage and didn't move.
And then I heard someone say “Christopher.”
And I thought it would be someone I knew, like a teacher from school or one of the people who live in our street, but it wasn't. It was the policeman again. And he said, “Caught you just in time,” and he was breathing really loud and holding his knees.
And I didn't say anything.
And he said, “We've got your father at the police station.”
And I thought he was going to say that they had arrested Father for killing Wellington, but he didn't. He said, “He's looking for you.”
And I said, “I know.”
And he said, “So, why are you going to London?”
And I said, “Because I'm going to live with Mother.”
And he said, “Well, I think your father might have something to say about that.”
And then I thought that he was going to take me back to Father and that was frightening because he was a policeman and policemen are meant to be good, so I started to run away, but he grabbed me and I screamed. And then he let go.
And he said, “OK, let's not get overexcited here.” And then he said, “I'm going to take you back to the police station and you and me and your dad can sit down and have a little chat about who's going where.”
And I said, “I'm going to live with Mother, in London.”
And he said, “Not just yet you're not.”
And I said, “Have you arrested Father?”
And he said, “Arrested him? What for?”
And I said, “He killed a dog. With a garden fork. The dog was called Wellington.”
And the policeman said, “Did he now?”
And I said, “Yes, he did.”
And he said, “Well, we can talk about that as well.” And then he said, “Right, young man, I think you've done enough adventuring for one day.”
And then he reached out to touch me again and I started to scream again, and he said, “Now listen, you little monkey. You can either do what I say or I am going to have to make—”
And then the train jiggled and it began to move.
And then the policeman said, “Shitting fuck.”
And then he looked at the ceiling of the train and he put his hands together in front of his mouth like people do when they are praying to God in heaven and he breathed really loudly into his hands and made a whistling noise, and then he stopped because the train jiggled again and he had to grab hold of one of the straps which were hanging from the ceiling.
And then he said, “Don't move.”
And then he took out his walkie-talkie and pressed a button and said, “Rob . . . ? Yeah, it's Nigel. I'm stuck on the bloody train. Yeah. Don't even . . . Look. It stops at Didcot Parkway. So, if you can get someone to meet me with a car . . . Cheers. Tell his old man we've got him but it's going to take a while, OK? Great.”
And then he clicked his walkie-talkie off and he said, “Let's get ourselves a seat,” and he pointed to two long seats nearby which faced each other, and he said, “Park yourself. And no monkey business.”
And the people who were sitting on the seats got up and walked away because he was a policeman and we sat down facing one another.
And he said, “You are a bloody handful, you are. Jeez.”
And I wondered whether the policeman would help me find 451c Chapter Road, London NW2 5NG.
And I looked out of the window and we were going past factories and scrap yards full of old cars and there were 4 caravans in a muddy field with 2 dogs and some