W. L. Alden

“ I got back on the box again and wondered if everybody in London was made either drunk or crazy by an extra thick fog. I couldn't see my way to dumping the woman on the pavement and leaving her there, and I didn't want to abandon the cab on the street for fear that it might be stolen, or that the horse might take it into his head to bolt. There was nothing left for it but to drive slowly on and hope that things would take a turn for the better. ”

“ It would have been useless for me to abandon the cab and run away, for I would have been caught before I could have fairly got off my box. I knew that a policeman would turn up presently, and for the first time that morning I was anxious to see one. Anything would have been better than driving that yelling demon of a woman, and having a mob gather round me. The thing went on for perhaps ten minutes longer, when a policeman arrived, and the woman gave me in charge for attempted murder, and a general assortment of miscellaneous offences. ”

“ The street filled up with people, though where they came from I couldn't imagine, and some of them cried 'Shame!' and 'Stop him!' Boys seemed to spring up out of the ground and followed me, running alongside the cab,and all the time that dreadful woman kept screaming 'Murder' and 'Thieves,' and making other unpleasant personal remarks of the same general character. ”