"Only two places appeal to me at present, heaven (not hell as you
suggested), and Grosvenor Square. Perhaps, however, they are the same;
at any rate, there is an angel in both of them."

The policeman stared at him but could find no fault with the perfect
sobriety of his appearance.

"Young luny, I suspect," he muttered to himself, then said aloud:
"Well, the Strand doesn't lead to 'eaven so far as I have noticed,
rather t'other way indeed. But if you want Grosvenor Square, it's over
there," and he waved his hand vaguely towards the west.

"Thank you," said Godfrey, taking off his hat with much politeness.
"If that is so, I will leave heaven to itself for the present and
content myself with Grosvenor Square."

Off he started in the direction indicated, and, as it seemed to him,
walked for many miles through a long and bewildering series of
brilliant streets, continually seeking new information as to his goal.
The end of it was that at about a quarter to eleven he found himself
somewhere in the neighbourhood of the Edgware Road, utterly stranded
as it were, since his mind seemed incapable of appreciating further
indications of locality.

"Look here, young man," said a breezy costermonger to whom he had
appealed, "I think you had better take a 'ansom for the 'orse will
know more about London than you seem to do. There's one 'andy."

"That is an idea," said Godfrey, and entered the cab, giving the