But at the top he understood, and recognized the
metallic bars to which he clung. He was in the cage
under the ball of St. Paul's. The dome rose but a
little way above the general
contour of the city,
into the still
twilight, and sloped away, shining
greasily under a few distant lights, into a circumambient
ditch of darkness.
Out between the bars he looked upon the wind-clear
northern sky and saw the
starry constellations
all
unchanged. Capella hung in the west, Vega was
rising, and the seven glittering points of the Great
Bear swept
overhead in their
statelycircle about the
Pole.
He saw these stars in a clear gap of sky. To the
east and south the great
circular shapes of
complaining wind-wheels blotted out the heavens, so that the
glare about the Council House was
hidden. To the
south-west hung Orion, showing like a pallid ghost
through a tracery of iron-work and interlacing shapes
above a dazzling coruscation of lights. A bellowing
and siren screaming that came from the flying
stages warned the world that one of the aeroplanes
was ready to start. He remained for a space gazing
towards the glaring stage. Then his eyes went back
to the
northward constellations.
For a long time he was silent. "This," he said at
last, smiling in the shadow, "seems the strangest thing
of all. To stand in the dome of Saint Paul's and look
once more upon these familiar, silent stars!"
Thence Graham was taken by Asano along devious
ways to the great gambling and business quarters
where the bulk of the fortunes in the city were lost
and made. It impressed him as a well-nigh interminable
series of very high halls, surrounded by tiers upon
tiers of galleries into which opened thousands of
offices, and traversed by a
complicatedmultitude of
bridges, footways,
aerial motor rails, and trapeze and
cable leaps. And here more than
anywhere the note
of
vehementvitality, of uncontrollable, hasty activity.
rose high. Everywhere was
violent advertisement,
until his brain swam at the
tumult of light and colour.
And Babble Machines of a
peculiarly rancid tone were
abundant and filled the air with
strenuous squealing
and an idiotic slang. "Skin your eyes and slide,"
"Gewhoop, Bonanza," "Gollipers come and hark!"
The place seemed to him to be dense with people
either
profoundly agitated or swelling with obscure
cunning, yet he
learnt that the place was comparatively
empty, that the great political
convulsion of the
last few days had reduced transactions to an
unprecedented
minimum. In one huge place were long
avenues of roulette tables, each with an excited,
undignified crowd about it; in another a
yelping Babel of white-faced women and red-
necked leathery-lunged men bought and sold the
shares of an
absolutely fictitious business
undertaking which, every five minutes, paid a
dividend of
ten per cent and cancelled a certain
proportion of its
shares by means of a
lottery wheel.
These business activities were prosecuted with an
energy that
readily passed into
violence, and Graham
approaching a dense crowd found at its centre a couple
of
prominent merchants in
violentcontroversy with
teeth and nails on some
delicate point of business
etiquette. Something still remained in life to be fought
for. Further he had a shock at a
vehementannouncement in phonetic letters of
scarlet flame, each twice
the
height of a man, that " WE ASSURE THE
PROPRAIET'R. WE ASSURE THE PROPRAIET'R."
"Who's the proprietor?" he asked.
"You."
" But what do they assure me?" he asked. "What
do they assure me?"
"Didn't you have assurance?"
Graham thought. "Insurance? "