If you turn your back on the Marble Arch, and go on till you get to a big poster saying Eat Less Meat, and then turn to your right--( pointing to the left)--or again, if you go by air as the crow flies--or rather as the witch flies----" "You shall 'ear of this foolery, my fine feller," said the distressed policeman, almost with a break in his voice.

"Seein' as 'ow you refuse information, an' this ferryman thinks fit to defy the law, I 'ave no course open but to whistle for my mate, and leave 'im 'ere while I telephone for a police-boat." He raised his whistle to his lips, but before he could blow it, the climax of this the least successful evening of his life, overwhelmed him.

A shadow swept over the party, a large flying substance caught him full on the back of the neck and knocked him off the landing-stage into the river.
The witch on Harold her Broomstick landed on the spot vacated by the policeman.
"Oh, look what I've done, look what I've done ..." she exclaimed in an ecstasy of vexation.

There was no need to tell anybody to look.

Five hundred odd people were already doing so with enthusiasm.