There's big pillars outside, something like Carter's seed place in Holborn, as used to be Day and Martin's blacking when I was a gell.

And something like Euston Station, only not so big.' 'Yes, I know,' said everybody.
So they started.
But though they walked along the left-hand side of Piccadilly they saw no pillared building that was at all like Carter's seed warehouse or Euston Station or England's Home of Mystery as they remembered it.
At last they stopped a hurried lady, and asked her the way to Maskelyne and Cooke's.
'I don't know, I'm sure,' she said, pushing past them.

'I always shop at the Stores.' Which just shows, as Jane said, how ignorant grown-up people are.
It was a policeman who at last explained to them that England's Mysteries are now appropriately enough enacted at St George's Hall.
So they tramped to Langham Place, and missed the first two items in the programme.

But they were in time for the most wonderful magic appearances and disappearances, which they could hardly believe--even with all their knowledge of a larger magic--was not really magic after all.
'If only the Babylonians could have seen THIS conjuring,' whispered Cyril.

'It takes the shine out of their old conjurer, doesn't it ?' 'Hush!' said Anthea and several other members of the audience.
Now there was a vacant seat next to Robert.