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And I used to think the old cabbies could drive, but their job was child's play to the taximan's!

“Didn’t you ask a taximan at the hospital how much it would cost to go there?”

"It's a dead-end," the taximan said in disgust, turning the cab around.

The man was a stranger to the hall-porter, and he was not one of the taximen who habitually stood upon the neighboring rank; no one seemed to have noticed the number of the cab.

There he found Sowerby, very red faced and humid, and a taximan who sat stolidly surveying the Embankment from the window.