Policeman. Good evening, sir.
Horace. Any cabs about?
Policeman. No, sir. Very few out, sir. It’s a bad night.
Horace. By Jove, you are right there. It is the worst night I have ever had.
Policeman. There’s a cab stand in the Bouverie Road. You might find one there, sir.
Horace. But you don’t think I will?
Policeman. It’s doubtful, sir.
Horace. Look here, I wish you would get me a taxi or four-wheeler, anything. I don’t care what it is. Here’s a half crown for you. If you bring it back in ten minutes I’ll double it with pleasure.
Policeman. (Takes coin) Thank you, sir. Will you wait here?