“No, thank you, Mr. Spencer, I would rather walk round by myself.”
“Very well, Tony, just as you please. Only don’t get lost.”
“I’ll take care of that; I’m used to cities.”
“You are not used to London. It is one of the blindest cities in the world; it is a complete labyrinth.”
“I don’t mean to get lost. You’ll find me at the hotel at four o’clock.”
“Very well. That will be early enough.”
So George Spencer went his way, and Tony set out upon his rambles.
He found plenty to amuse him in the various buildings and sights of the great metropolis. But after a while he began to wonder where he was. He had strayed into a narrow street, scarcely more than a lane, with a row of tumble-down dwellings on either side.
There’s nothing worth seeing here,” said our hero. “I’ll inquire my way to Charing Cross.”
He went into a small beer house, and preferred his request.