"Down we went to the cab, the two of us, and opened the door. He had
slipped off the seat and was lying all in a heap on the floor.

"'Now, then, sir,' I shouted. 'Wake up and give us your address.'

"He didn't answer.

"I gave another shake. 'Pull yourself together,' I roared. 'Give us
your name, and tell us where you live.'

"He didn't answer again. I couldn't even hear the sound of
breathing. Then a kind of queer feeling came over me, and I put
down my hand and felt his face. It was as cold as lead. The cove's
dead, mate,' I said.

"The servant struck a match, and we had a look at my passenger.
He was a young, good-looking fellow, but his face wore an
expression of pain, and his jaw hung down. He was evidently not
only dead, but had been dead some time.

"'What shall we do?' said the flunkey. He was as white as death
himself, and his hair bristled with fear.

"'I'll drive to the nearest police station,' I answered; and so I
did, leaving him shivering on the pavement. There I gave up my fare,
and that was the last I ever saw of him."

"Did you never hear any more of it?" I asked.