2. Buy a shirt.

3. National Picture Gallery.

4. Razor blades.

5. Tower of London.

6. Soap.

This itinerary, I regret to say, was never carried out in full. I was
able at times both to go to the bank and buy a shirt in a single
morning: at other times I was able to buy razor blades and almost to
find the National Picture Gallery. Meantime I was urged on all sides
by my London acquaintances not to fail to see the Tower. "There's a
grim fascination about the place," they said; "you mustn't miss it."
I am quite certain that in due course of time I should have made my
way to the Tower but for the fact that I made a fatal discovery. I
found out that the London people who urged me to go and see the Tower
had never seen it themselves. It appears they never go near it. One
night at a dinner a man next to me said, "Have you seen the Tower?
You really ought to. There's a grim fascination about it." I looked
him in the face. "Have you seen it yourself?" I asked. "Oh, yes," he
answered. "I've seen it." "When?" I asked. The man hesitated. "When I
was just a boy," he said, "my father took me there." "How long ago is
that?" I enquired. "About forty years ago," he answered;

"I always mean to go again but I don't somehow seem to get the
time."