"And what directions," asked the latter, "did the gentleman give you?"
"To go along Piccadilly," replied the witness, "till 'e told me to stop."
"And when did he tell you to stop?"
"By the railings of Green Park, just by 'Yde Park Corner. One of 'em puts 'is 'ead out of the window and calls to me to pull up."
"Which you did?"
"Which I did, and one of 'em gets out and standin' on the curb 'e leans back to the interior of the cab and says: S'long—see you to-morrow,' and then 'e says to me: 'No. 1 Cromwell Road,' and disappears in the fog."
"Surely you saw him then?"
"No. The fog was like pea soup there, though it looked clearer on Knightsbridge away. And 'e got out left side of course. I was up on my box right 'and side—a long way from 'im. I could see a man standin' there, but not 'is face. 'Is 'at was pulled down right over 'is eyes, and 'is coat collar up to 'is ears."
"Had he his stick—or umbrella—with him then?"
"Yes. With 'is 'ands in 'is pockets, and the tip pointing upward, like a soldier's bayonet."