Joanne had planned to leave work early this afternoon, at three o'clock, to give herself a chance to relax and have a bath before going out to a meeting. But when she finally came out of her office, all the other stuff in the advertising agency had already left. Then she was caught in a traffic jam in central Birmingham at 5:30, and at 6:30 she was expected to be attending a meeting. At last, she arrived at her house. She jumped out of the car and ran for the house. As she opened the door, she noticed something strange about Shebe, a large dog. Shebe was obviously in real discomfort and could hardly breathe; her sad eyes gazed up at Joanne helplessly. Joanne realized she would have to take her to the vet immediatly. " It looks like something si stuck in her throat," said Dr. Sterne. "It shouldn't take me too long to get it out." Being in a hurry, Joanne left the doctor with the dog and rushed back home. As she was once more entering the house, the phone rang. Dr. Sterne's anxious voice was heard, "I want you to get right out of the house immediately," said the doctor's voice. "The police will be there any time now. Wait outside for us." The phone went dead. Joanne was confused and frightened by the obvious fear in the voice of the doctor. She quickly ran into the street. At that moment, a police car stopped outside the house. Two policemen got out and ran into the house through the still open door, without explaining anything. Then the doctor arrived. Just then, the two policemen reappeared from the house, half-carrying a white-faced man, who, it seemed, could hardly walk. There was blood all over him. "I think he must be a burglar," said the doctor." I knew he was there because when I finally removed what was in Shebe's throat, it turned out to be the human fingers."