It was like wading in thin water over-head deep—this is what it was in fact. In ten minutes Guy had lost all reckoning of the points of the compass.
“We’re goin’ to have some fun tonight,” said Artie as he stepped along briskly. “We’ll get over on some o’ the quieter streets an’ see what we find there.”
“What do you mean?” inquired Guy.
“Do you know where we are right now?” asked Artie evasively.
“Why, no, not exactly.”
“What direction are we from Trafalgar square?”
“East, aren’t we?”
“You’re wrong. You’re lost.”
“I guess I am,” admitted Guy with a laugh.
“That’s what I brought you out for—to get you lost,” Artie announced gayly. “It’s part o’ seein’ London in a fog. We’re on Shaftsbury avenue, going towards Piccadilly. I’ll get you lost again in a minute.”