"Here, wake up, guv'nor!" There was no response.

The cabby threw open the apron of the cab and gently shook the recumbent figure.
"I can't wait 'ere all night for my fare!" he exclaimed.

"Wake up, God luv us!" he broke off.
He stepped hastily back on to the pavement, and began tugging at one of his lamps.
"Push his hat back, sir," he said.

"Let's 'ave a look at 'im." Wrayson stood upon the step of the cab and lifted the silk hat from the head of the recumbent figure.

Then he sprang back quickly with a little exclamation of horror.