About twenty minutes I waited,a tall man in a long overcoat,with collar turned up to his ears,hurried across from the opposite side of the street.He went directly to me."Is that you,Jimmy Wells?"I cried.After receiving a positive response,we clasped each other's hands tightly."You have changed lots,Jimmy.I never thought you were so tall by two or three inches."My uncertainties were clarified after his explanation.It's inevitable that people have some changes.
Then we started up the street,arm in arm.I was beginning to outline the history of my career proudly.Jimmy,submerged in his overcoat,listened with interest.Suddenly,we came into a glare and gazed upon the other's face.
When realizing the man beside me was not Jimmy Wells,I stopped suddenly and released his arm.I was confused and then panicked.“The secret of my success was known by a stranger,or a policeman?" My mind was in a state of tormoil,and I was struggling to keep my composure.Before I had a chance to ask,a note was thrust into my hand.It was the paper Jimmy wanted me to have,which was rather short,but reading each word was like a knife stabbing into my heart.I couldn't believe that I was arrested by my beat friend.We have parted ways completely.He ultimately stood on the side of justice.It's ironic that I followed the appointment and ended up like this.