Samuel Wilkins is my name." "And your occupation ?" "Is a very tryin' one and not paid for as it deserves.

I drives a cab, sir; a four-wheeled cab is what I drives; and a very poor job it is." "Do you happen to remember a very foggy day about a month ago ?" "Do I not, sir! A regler sneezer that was! Wednesday, the fourteenth of March.

I remember the date because my benefit society came down on me for arrears that morning." "Will you tell us what happened to you between six and seven in the evening of that day ?" "I will, sir," replied the cabman, emptying his tumbler by way of bracing himself up for the effort.

"A little before six I was waiting on the arrival side of the Great Northern Station, King's Cross, when I see a gentleman and a lady coming out.

The gentleman he looks up and down and then he sees me and walks up to the cab and opens the door and helps the lady in.