The day before Frohman had been down to Maidenhead alone for luncheon. At the station he hailed a cabby who was driving a battered old fly.
"Where to, Governor?" asked the man.
"Number 5 Henrietta Street," said Frohman.
"No such place in Maidenhead," said the driver.
"Oh, I mean the place opposite Covent Garden in London."
The old cabby wasn't a bit flustered, but he said, "I will have to get a new horse."
He changed horses and they made the long way to London, arriving there considerably after nightfall. When Frohman asked for his bill the old man said, with some hesitation:
"I'm afraid it will cost you five pounds."
"That's all right," said Frohman, and paid the bill.
To his great surprise, the cabby showed up next morning, saying: "I like London. I think I'll stay here." It was with the greatest difficulty that Frohman got rid of him. When the cabby finally started to go he said: