“But what street’s this?”
“Halkin Street, Belgrave Square, sir.”
“What? But how came I in your cab?—I can’t remember.”
“S’pose not, sir,” said the man, good-humouredly. “Does make yer feel a bit muzzy till yer’ve had another snooze. Shall I try and find one o’ the early purlers where the market-garden chaps goes?”
“What? What do you mean?”
“Drop o’ somethin’ to clear your head, sir—and keep some o’ the wet out o’ me.”
“But—but I don’t understand you,” cried Chester, whose head still throbbed so that he dreaded losing his senses again.
“Oh, it’s all right, sir. Have a drop o’ something; you’ll be better then.”
“But how came I in your cab?”
“Your friend and me put you there, sir.”