Here is a cheque for L100, which will not only replace your horse and cab, but leave you a little over for the loss of your time." Winter caught the dazed cabman by the shoulder.
"Billy," he said, "you know me.

Are you going home, or going to get drunk ?" Billy hesitated.
"Goin' 'ome," he vociferated.

"S'elp me--" "One moment," said Brett.

"Surely you have some idea of the appearance of the rascal who pulled your horse over ?" The man was alternately surveying the cheque and looking into the face of his benefactor.
"I dunno," he cried, after a pause.

"I feel a bit mixed.