"Where's she going?" he repeated.
"If you don't help me at once I'll see that a policeman is here. I've got your number. You'll hear from me in the morning."
The man got off his box, cursing. He hesitated a moment, then came across. Together he and Tom lifted the inert mass, pushed it through the door of the cab and settled it in the seat.
"Makin' my cab dirty and all," growled the driver.
"Well," said Tom to the old man, "are you going to see your sister home? If not, I shall take her to the nearest hospital."
For a moment the old man remained perched up against the wall, his top hat flaunting defiance to the whole world. Suddenly, as though he had been pushed, he came across to the driver.
"Eleven D Porker's Buildings, Victoria," he said.
"B?" asked the driver.
"D, you damned fool," the old man almost shouted.
"Thought you said B," remarked the driver very amiably.