Sample from Harassed Hero
He stood on the pavement outside the large dispensing chemists, swirls of the fog which had descended on London with freakish suddenness eddying about him. He coughed nervously. At this rate he was certain to catch double pneumonia and be hi bed for a month or more. He might even die. He shuddered. If only he wasn't loaded up with all these parcels he'd have tried one of those lozenges he had in his pocket. He would have to wait until he got into a taxi.
"Taxi . . . Taxi!"
He should never have come out on a day like this, he told himself. He ought to have phoned Dr. Wyatt to put him off. It was only that he had felt so ghastly. He should have insisted on the doctor coming round to see him. Come to think of it if the chap had felt any consideration towards him he would have offered to call round himself. It was suicide expecting a patient to stagger out in weather like this. A veritable graveyard guarantee. He broke off his morose ruminations as a somewhat discrepit-looking taxi pulled in to the kerb. He dashed towards it.
"Taxi ... I say, taxi!"
The equally decrepit-looking driver turned a ginger moustache, dripping with mist, to him. "Orlright," he grunted irritably. "I heard yer first time. Where to?"
"Chelsea. Number fifteen, River Street. Off the Embankment. Hold on, I've got to get these parcels in. Open the door for me, would you?"
The taxi-driver eyed the brown-paper packages of varying shapes and sizes Murray Selwyn was clutching to him. He got