title: I showed them how to scramble the records.  To cover their tracks. Everyone had their part.  Mine was to leave.
story: I showed them how to scramble the records.  To cover their tracks.
  
  "Now I know why they left me in a ditch!"
  
  "I'll bet you think they're here somewhere?"
  
  "What else would we doEveryone had their part.  Mine was to leave. It was
  only at six o'clock on a November afternoon that I found myself
  at the railway station at Charing Cross. Even before I had got
  into a first-class carriage