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~ o al3 - O05 Oxerenne oT E ce) + get mls Rola DLOPCCIE 2019 GOODBYE, MR HOLLYWOOD “The gitl suddenly took Nick’s face between her hands, and kissed him on the mouth. “Drive carefully, Mr Hollywood. Goodbye,” she said, with a big, beautiful smile. Then she turned and walked quickly away.” Nick Lortz doesn’t understand. He only met the girl ten minutes ago when she came and sat next to him in the café. So why does she kiss him when she leaves? And why does she call him ‘Mr Hollywood’? He thinks about these questions when he is driving to Vancouver, but he doesn’t find the answers. And there is one more thing that Nick doesn’t know. Somebody is listening when the girl says goodbye to him - somebody who is very interested in the name ‘Mr Hollywood’. And in Vancouver Nick soon learns that it’s not a friendly interest . .. eI NAH RwWN CONTENTS STORY INTRODUCTION Mystery girl A hand in the back ‘A walk in the park The man with white hair Vancouver Island A tea party At the police station Anice smile GLOSSARY ACTIVITIES: Before Reading ACTIVITIES: While Reading activities: After Reading ABOUT THE AUTHOR ABOUT THE BOOKWORMS LIBRARY 14 SERBRPS AL 45 48 52 —1— Mystery girl Ieall began ona beautiful spring morningiin a village called Whistler, in Canada—a pretty little village in the mountains of British Columbia. There was a café in the village, with tables outside, and at one of these tables sat a young man. He finished his breakfast, drank his coffee, looked up into the blue sky, and felt the warm sun on his face. Nick Lortz was a happy ' ' i ' i man. “The waiter came up to his table. ‘Mare coffee?’ he asked. “Yeah. Great," said Nick. He gave the waiter his coffee cup. The waiter looked at the camera on the table. ‘On vacation?” he said. ‘Where are you from?” “On vacation?” 1 Goodbye, Mr Holywonsd a + pick saidh He laughed Bue FM NOE on Pra travel weit TWegot some great ‘S: Franck : — er and Drm doing vacation Pm working a book on mountains in North America pictures of your mount The nwo men looked ; the village. It looked very beautiful in the morning sun, “Do you travel a lot, then? asked the waiter, ‘ » Nick said. ‘Twrite books, and Lwrite for in.” ap at Whistler Mountain behind Nick said. ‘But I know that “Do you know him? +I don’t know his name, short white hair. Now where did I see it before?” The woman began to move away. ‘I must get home,’ she said. ‘Are you OK now?” *Yeah, I’m OK,’ Nick said. ‘And thanks. Thanks for your help.’ “That's OK.’ The woman smiled. ‘Be careful now!” Back in his hotel, Nick sat on his bed and thought. ‘It was an accident. Nobody pushed me, it was an accident. Nobody wants to kill me. And there are hundreds of men in Vancouver with white hair.” It was one o'clock in the morning, but Nick couldn’t sleep. He listened to the cars in the road, and he looked at the night sky through his hotel room window. Then he sat at the table and tried to write some more of his book about mountains, but he couldn’t think about his work. He got back into bed. There were four or five magazines in the hotel room. They were not very interesting, but Nick sat in bed and freee + and saw a photo of ‘Mystery Girl’! fe look : i. — ed at the picture very carefully, But, yes, it was suit il from the Whistler cafe, "as next to a man of about fifty or fifty-five, and Ss A hand in the back Nick sat in bed and opened one ...and saw a photo of “Mystery Girl"! they were in the garden of a big, expensive house. They smiled at the camera, and they looked very happy. Canadian millionaire, Howard Hutson, and his daughter, Meg, it said under the picture, at their home in Toronto. Meg Hutson! Not Jan. Not Mystery Girl. Meg Hutson, the daughter of a millionaire! Nick read it again. “Why did she come and sit with me in the café at Whistler? he thought. ‘Millionaires’ daughters don’t sit 13 +L “astou © preay ay *4| ayy wary 1182 9US PEP Ay eaeYR kes 94S PEP AYN “poomsjjory 4 ‘Kyprfasn2 eau spuom ase] S,uOsIN} Bay posaquiauos af {Wy MOLY ays pid 2UOSINH BY MOU 94 pi “sreY ay Yat EME ayy mnoge pur ‘uosinyy Bop noge ayMoys 9} "YUP pur ss pjno> ay pue ‘aainb sea ay “2494 oY p38 UPL pOsoquIatuias apy Buryzouos pasoquiowas 24 ULL axou sid aya pure ‘sopsst Wl geo HR OF PE aySnow 2H way svau 2}q) yea ays ae wsTY OF awa ays pip 2eya 28 P 248 PEP aL AFL P ssqgeo ur sso UES EM uayM ssry Big e WA 1) aard usu pur yon spy Big © WOU) uP __ et pooméyoH 4W ‘4P0°D aq Apo oqawios puy ues pur Mr Hollywood Nick ran through the trees. There was no sun in here, and it was half-dark. And d to help him. <] must get to my car, Je... the police...” He ran on. irc cad sil hear the gunman behind him, so he ran faster, After three or four minutes, he stopped and listened. Nothing. It was all quiet. Nick was afraid. ‘What's happening” he thought. ‘Why is somebody shooting at me? First a hand pushes me in front of a car, and now somebody's shooting at me!” He waited another second or two, then walked quickly back to his car. He was very careful. He looked and listened all the time. But nobody came out of the trees, and nobody here were no people. Nobody > Nick thought. ‘Find some shot at him. Then he saw people — women with young children, some boys with a football, two men with a dog. He began to feel better. ‘Nobody can shoot me now,’ he thought. ‘Not with all these people here.’ Ten minutes later, he was back at his car. There was a letter on the window. Nick read it. It said: I'm going to kill you, Mr Hollywood. ve or to the nearest police station. He waited for uur, then a tired young policeman took him into asmall e Pa Nick told his story, and the policeman wrote A walk in the park ‘How many people are there in this town with guns?” “So what are you going to do? asked Nick. "Nothing,’ said the policeman. “Nothing! said Nick. ‘But somebody shot at me, and— ‘Mr Lortz,’ the policeman said tiredly. ‘How many People are there in this town with guns?” ‘Idon’t know,’ said Nick. ‘But ...” “You didn’t see the gunman. Was it a man, a boy, 4 Woman? Colour of eyes? Long hair, short hair? You don’t know, because you didn’t sce anybody. Maybe it was an 7 Goodbye, Mr Hollywonl old girlfriend Maybe somebody doesn’t like your travel books, Mr Lorta." «Bur what about the man with white hair in Whistler?” said Nick, “The git, Mew Jutgon, called me Mr Hollywood inthe café, and this man heard her- ‘And now I get a letter to Mr Hollywood on my car, Who i this Mr Hollywood?” “We all want answers to our questions Mr Lortz,’ the policeman said, ‘but we don't always get them.’ Questions. But no answers. Nick walked out of the police station and drove to his hotel. He was angry, and afraid. “How did the man with white hair find me in Vancouver?’ he thought. ‘Did he follow me from Whistler? Is he following me now? Maybe he’s staying at my hotel, too. In the next room. With his gun.” = The man with white hair Nick stopped his car in front of the hotel. He looked carefully before he got out, but there was nobody with white hair near the hotel. + Febalfirin chrough the hatel'doors and west © desk inside. V'm looking for a man with very short white hair,’ he 18 The man with white hair ‘Ir’s very important. Please help me!” said to the woman behind the desk. ‘He's staying here, | think, He’s about sixty years old, and he’s tall and thin.” The woman did not look very interested. ‘There are a lot of visitors in the hotel,’ she said. ‘Do you know his name? ‘No, I don’t,’ Nick said. ‘He’s, er, a friend of a friend, you see. He arrived in Vancouver yeste:day, and I must find him. It’s very important. Please help me!” The woman looked at him. ‘There are three hundred and fifty rooms in this hotel,’ she said, ‘and maybe thirty or forty men with white hair. How can I remember all their 19 Mr Hollywood names?” She turned away to answer a telephone call. walked away from the desk. Nic drink.’ He went into the said the woman looked back at boy to his feet “Be more careful next times Tick moved away quickly, but whe the hotel desk, he couldn’ see the man with white hair, He pushed through the crowd of people That mant’ he shouted at the woman bel nd the desk. eee go” | said. ‘I don’t know.” Vickers? Is that his name?” said Nick. ‘What's his room number?” <['m sorry, can’t tell you that,’ the woman said But I need to— began Nick, The woman turned away to answer the telephone. ‘After a second or two, Nick went upstairs to his room. “Vickers,” he thought. ‘Does Meg Hutson know Mr Vickers? I need some answers, and I need them quickly!” =“. Vancouver Island Tsawwassen was about twenty-three miles south of Vancouver. Nick drove there in his car the next morning for the one o'clock ferry to Vancouver Island. Every five minutes, he looked behind him. The road was busy ~ black 2 Vancouver Island ee cars, white cars, red cars, green cars. Maybe Vickers was in one of them. At Tsawwassen Nick drove his car on to the ferry. There were a lot of cars and crowds of people. Nick got out of his car and walked up and down the ship. He looked for a man with white hair but he didn’t see one. 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And ie’sbetter to earn it now, and not later. 50,000 dollars later. ‘I'm sorry I got you into all this.” 38 —8— Anice smile wick rook the evening ferry back to Vancouver. He was fred and hungry, 50 he we che ferry restaurant “The restaurant was busy and there was only one free ly and began to eat. ‘I must get pack ro work tomorrow,’ he thought, ‘and forget about vrionaires’ daughters and men with guns” dy said. ‘Can I sit with you?” mnt down to get some dinner in “Excuse me," somebo: “Excuse me. Can | sit with you?" 39 “quesneysar ay Jo No Appoinb popes oY PUY -pres oy PPIN INE “apyuus aonu e sean ay “wary 3 Paytts YS

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