One night, about two o'clock in the morning, all of a sudden, I woke up. Chantal woke up at the same moment. There were voices under our window. Without hesitation we got out of bed. I looked out of the window and saw a man standing by my car and clearly speaking to someone inside.
'Call the police,' I said to my wife and I opened the window and shouted at the man. He ignored my shouts and continued to talk. Of course his accomplice was trying to start my car. I went down the stairs, the alarm sounded and I went out into the garage in order to open the garage door and confront the thief. As I was approaching the garage door, the handle started to move. One of them was trying to enter!
I looked around quickly to find a weapon. I sought a piece of wood in order to use it as a stick but the only thing that I could find was a very large hammer which seemed a bit too much. Then my eyes fell on a pogo stick. Armed with the pogo stick, I opened the garage door and found a young man with staring eyes and long, shoulder length hair.
'What are you doing with my car?' I didn't hear his response and I continued to question him. He wasn't speaking clearly but finally he said, 'It isn't your car. It's Henri's car.' 'Who are you?' 'David,' he responded. 'Where do you live?' 'Near the airport.'
At this moment Chantal came out and shouted, 'The police are coming!' David left running. Our neighbour, Yves came out in his pyjamas with a mallet in his hand. I said, 'I must find him, otherwise I will never sleep.' Chantal mentioned the recent port rapist, at which Yves went back inside and bolted his door.
I went to look for David in my car, in pyjamas. Chantal locked herself in. I caught David, stopped the car and said, 'Get in! I will take you home.' At that moment the police arrived. I said,' I have a young man for you.'
David left quietly and I returned home. As I was approaching my house, I had a sudden thought. Two doors away there was a new neighbour. He seemed to be a wealthy young bachelor. He drove a Porsche. I had not yet met him. It was now half past two in the morning. I parked my car and I rang at the door of number 7. A man came down the stairs in boxer shorts.
'Good Morning,' I said. ' I am Albert, are you Henri?' 'Yes,' he responded. 'Did you organise a party last night - with a guest named David?' 'But yes! He brought back my car but he was so drunk that I told him to sleep in the car!'
'Evidently, during the night, David had needed to pee - on Brigitte's lawn (number 8) and instead of returning to number 7 he arrived at number 9 and wondered why he couldn't open the door of Henri's car and who was the crazy guy with a pogo stick.'
At about 3.15 we heard David arrive at Henri's with the police car. At 3.30 he left by taxi. Things are not always as they seem, but all's well that ends well.