I had an unpleasant sense that I was about to be trapped, for in a place I knew nothing of I had not a chance to use my wits.
I remember trying feverishly to think, and I suppose that my preoccupation made me careless.

I was now in a veritable slum, and when I put my hand to my vest pocket I found that my watch had gone.

That put the top stone on my depression.

The reaction from the wild burnout of the forenoon had left me very cold about the feet.

I was getting into the under-world again and there was no chance of a second Archie Roylance turning up to rescue me.