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 southwest 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 St. 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 complicated multitude of bridges, footways, aerial motor rails, and trapeze and cable leaps.  And here more than anywhere the note of vehement vitality, 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 violent controversy 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 vehement announcement 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?”