I work for the Duchy, I do, which is almost the same as being in Guvverment, ain't it?
I remember yew, thow--because yew gave me ten shellens for driving yew to the Central hotel last night." Mr.Crows cast a quick glance at his fare to see how he took this artful reminder of his munificence.

"But as for their bobs--" He spat into the night in order to express his contempt for the insignificance of such small sums.
There was a tap at the window behind him.

He unfastened the pane, and a spectral hand came through with a coin.

Mr.Crows took it, the hand disappeared, to be replaced by another, more dirty than spectral, with a coin in the outstretched palm, like its predecessor.
"You see," said Mr.Crows, when he had collected six shillings in this manner.

"What's the need for to look at them?
I've learnt them to hand in their fares this way.