The Owl Taxi

Excerpt from The Owl Taxi
The refreshment was duly served. Greg noticed that as the taxi-driver lifted his glass his hand trembled, yet he was a young and healthy-looking man. Greg wondered momentarily if he had a secret agitation, and then forgot about it.
They exchanged opinions upon the quality Of the whiskey and the rottenness of the weather outside. These and other pleasant conventionalities, not to speak Of two high-balls apiece, opened the way for more personal communications. They decided they liked each other.