I had walked along the sea for about an hour until I began to feel hungry. It was seven. At that time I was not far from my favourite restaurant, where I often went to eat two or three times a week. I knew the owner well.
I went into the restaurant, which was already crowded, and ordered my meal. While I was waiting, I looked 1 to see if I knew anyone in the restaurant.Then I saw a man sitting at a corner table near the door keeping looking in my direction, as if he knew me. I certainly didn't know him, for I never forgot a 2. The man had a newspaper open in front of him. But I could see that he was keeping an 3 on me. When the waiter brought my soup, the man was 4 puzzled(迷惑) by the familiar(熟悉) way that the waiter and I called each other. He became even puzzled as time went on. He could see that I was well 5 in the restaurant. At last, he got up and went into the kitchen. After a few minutes he came out again, 6 for his meal and left.
When I had finished, I called the owner of the restaurant and asked him 7 the man had wanted. The owner told me he was a detective. “Really?” I was surprised. “He was certainly 8 in me. But why?” I asked. “He followed you because he thought you were a man he was looking 9 ,” the owner said. “When he came into the kitchen, he showed me a photo of the man. He certainly looked like you! Of course, since we 10 you, I told him that he had made a mistake.”It was lucky I came to a restaurant where I was known, or I might have been arrested!
