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高考英语冲刺阅读理解专项-----B Soapy turned off Broadway. It seemed that his route to the desired Island was not to be an enjoyable one. Some other way of entering limbo must be thought of． At a corner of Sixth Avenue electric lights and cunningly displayed wares behind plate-glass made a shop window bright. Soapy took a stone and threw it through the glass. People came running round the corner，a policeman in the lead．Soapy stood still，with his hands in his pockets，and smiled at the sight of brass buttons． “Where's the man that has done that?” asked the officer excitedly． “Don't you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?” said Soapy, not without hatred, but friendly, as one greets good fortune． The policeman's mind refused to accept Soapy even as a suspect. Men who break windows do not remain to talk with the law protector. They take to their heels. The policeman saw a man haft-way down the block running to catch a car. With drawn club he joined in the chasing．Soapy，with anger in his heart, wandered along, twice unsuccessful． On the opposite side of the street was a restaurant of popular styles. It provided food to large appetites and modem purses. Its plates and atmosphere were thick; its soup and napkin thin. Into this place Soapy took his muddy shoes and tell-tale trousers without challenge．At the table he sat and enjoyed beefsteak, flapjacks, doughnuts and pie. And then to the waiter he betrayed the face that the minutest coin and himself were strangers． | 
