Simon pays the pump-lady. He gives her a generous tip, in cash, and a big smile.
"Cor, thanks," she says, appreciatively.
"Is there a telephone around here?" he asks her.
"Just over there," she points. Simon heads for the phone-box.
The pump-girl walks back into the office and deposits the notes into the big cash-register and pushes the tray shut. She then picks up a small, circular vanity-mirror, which is lying on top of the register, and begins to touch up her foundation.
It’s almost dark outside now and someone is walking about in the forecourt. The office door is pushed, slowly, open. The pump-girl is bending over the desk, next to the register. She spins around; there is shock in her eyes. The girl lets out a blood-curdling scream, reaches out, and knocks the compact mirror off the register. It falls to the floor, and rolls away. There follows an intense struggle, and a lot of screaming. The woman’s uniform is violently ripped from her body. She fights back at her attacker, but quickly falls to the floor.
