Cab-driver

[…] concealment is the object in both these instances, which end would be entirely frustrated in the cabriolet, the limits of which could not contain the live lumber and nocturnal loads alluded to in the cab-driver’s defence.

[…] they found a good many young ladies, and various old gentlemen, and a plentiful sprinkling of hackney-coachmen and cab-drivers, all drinking and talking together; […]

The cab-driver went down to the yard, and drove his hansom round to the house door.

This has been going on for a while - ever since I came of drinking age and quickly learnt that a version of the truth on most national or local matters or at least an inkling can be found in the stranger sitting next to me in the pub; that woman in the mathree; that cab-driver late at night.