Curzon Street

Music Now leave Grosvenor Square from the southeast side and follow Carlos Place and Mount Street towards Barclay Square.

Continue southeast on Curzon Street and turn into Shepherd Market.

This answers your pub quiz question, where does a shepherd go to market without sheep? Shepherd Market is home to many Grade II listed buildings.

The area is named for Edward Shepherd, the man commissioned to clean up the neighborhood.

Originally a cattle market, performers, boxing, and gambling drew bigger crowds.

Eventually, the rowdy fair was banned from the site, and Shepard transformed the fairground with his 18th century redevelopment.

Return to Curzon Street, walk west to Park Lane, then turn left and continue south toward Hyde Park Corner.

Now we're heading toward the man whose name is hanging over that little pub we just left, Arthur Wellesley, the Iron Duke.

The wild, turbid feelings of the previous night had by this time completely passed away, and it was almost with a sense of shame that he looked back upon his mad wanderings from street to street, his fierce emotional agony.

The very sincerity of his sufferings made them seem unreal to him now, he wondered how he could have been so foolish as to rant and rave about the inevitable the only question that seemed to trouble him was whom to make away with for he was not blind to the fact that murder like the religions of the pagan world requires a victim as well as a priest not being a genius he had no enemies and indeed he felt that this was not the time for the gratification of any personal pique or dislike the mission in which he was engaged being one of great and grave solemnity he accordingly made out a list of his friends and relatives on a sheet of note-paper and after careful consideration decided in favour of lady clementina beauchamp a dear old lady who lived in curzon street and was his own second cousin by his mother's side he had always been very fond of lady clem as every one called her and as he was very wealthy himself having come into all lord rugby's property when he came of age there was no possibility of his deriving any vulgar monetary advantage by her death in fact the more he fought over the matter the more she seemed to him to be just the right person and feeling that any delay would be unfair to sybil he determined to make his arrangements at once the first thing to be done was of course to settle with the kiramantist so he sat down at a small sheraton writing-table that stood near the window drew a cheque for one hundred and five pounds payable to the order of mr septimus podgers and enclosing it in an envelope told his valet to take it to west moon street He then telephoned to the stables for his hansom, and dressed to go out.

As he was leaving the room, he looked back at Sybil Merton's photograph, and swore that, come what may, he would never let her know what he was doing for her sake, but would keep the secret of his self-sacrifice hidden always in his heart.

On his way to the Buckingham, he stopped at a florist's, and sent Sybil a beautiful basket of narcissus, with lovely white petals and staring pheasant's eyes and on arriving at the club went straight to the library rang the bell and ordered the waiter to bring him a lemon and soda and a book on toxicology he had fully decided that poison was the best means to adopt in this troublesome business anything like personal violence was extremely distasteful to him and besides he was very anxious not to murder lady clementina in any way that might attract public attention as he hated the idea of being lionized at lady windermere's or seeing his name figuring in the paragraphs of vulgar society newspapers he had also to think of sybil's father and mother who were rather old-fashioned people and might possibly object to the marriage if there was anything like a scandal though he felt certain that if he told them the whole facts of the case, they would be the very first to appreciate the motives that had actuated him.

One was from Sybil herself, full of sympathy and condolence, the others were from his mother, and from Lady Clementina's solicitor.

It seemed that the old lady had dined with the Duchess that very night, had delighted everyone by her wit and esprit, but had gone home somewhat early, complaining of heartburn.

sir matthew reed had been sent for at once but of course there was nothing to be done and she was to be buried on the twenty second at beauchamp A few days before she died, she had made her will, and left Lord Arthur her little house in Curzon Street, and all her furniture, personal effects, and pictures, with the exception of her collection of miniatures, which was to go to her sister, Lady Margaret Rufford, and her amethyst necklace, which Sibyl Merton was to have.

The property was not of much value, but Mr Mansfield, the solicitor, was extremely anxious for Lord Arthur to return at once, if possible, as there were a great many bills to be paid, and Lady Clementina had never kept any regular accounts.

fortunately also for him he was no mere dreamer or idle dilettante had he been so he would have hesitated like hamlet and let irresolution mar his purpose but he was essentially practical life to him meant action rather than thought he had that rarest of all things common sense the wild turbid feelings of the previous night had by this time completely passed away and it was almost with a sense of shame that he looked back upon his mad wanderings from street to street his fierce emotional agony the very sincerity of his sufferings made them seem unreal to him now he wondered how he could have been so foolish as to rant and rave about the inevitable The only question that seemed to trouble him was whom to make away with, for he was not blind to the fact that murder, like the religions of the pagan world, requires a victim as well as a priest.

not being a genius he had no enemies and indeed he felt that this was not the time for the gratification of any personal pique or dislike the mission in which he was engaged being one of great and grave solemnity he accordingly made out a list of his friends and relatives on a sheet of note-paper and after careful consideration decided in favour of lady clementina beauchamp a dear old lady who lived in curzon street and was his own second cousin, by his mother's side.

He had always been very fond of Lady Clem, as everyone called her, and as he was very wealthy himself, having come into all Lord Rugby's property when he came of age, there was no possibility of his deriving any vulgar monetary advantage by her death.

In fact, the more he fought over the matter, the more she seemed to him to be just the right person.

Everything had been successful.

Lady Clementina had died quite suddenly on the night of the 17th.

his first thought was for sybil and he sent her off a telegram announcing his immediate return to london he then ordered his valet to pack his things for the night mail sent his gondoliers about five times their proper fare and ran up to his sitting-room with a light step and a buoyant heart there he found three letters waiting for him one was from sybil herself full of sympathy and condolence the others were from his mother and from lady clementina's solicitor it seemed that the old lady had dined with the duchess that very night had delighted every one by her wit and esprit but had gone home somewhat early complaining of heartburn sir matthew reed had been sent for at once but of course there was nothing to be done and she was to be buried on the twenty second at beauchamp A few days before she died, she had made her will, and left Lord Arthur her little house in Curzon Street, and all her furniture, personal effects, and pictures, with the exception of her collection of miniatures, which was to go to her sister, Lady Margaret Rufford, and her amethyst necklace, which Sybil Merton was to have.

The property was not of much value, but Mr Mansfield, the solicitor, was extremely anxious for Lord Arthur to return at once, if possible, as there were a great many bills to be paid, and Lady Clementina had never kept any regular accounts.

Well, they're always at the window doing fancy work and making ugly things for the poor, which I think so useful of them in these dreadful socialistic days.

And this terrible woman has taken a house in Curzon Street, right opposite them.

Such a respectable street, too.

I don't know what we're coming to.

I never knew of this woman's existence till half an hour ago.

Someone who pitied me was kind enough to tell me what everyone in London knows already.

Your daily visits to Curzon Street, your mad infatuation, the monstrous sums of money you squander on this infamous woman.

Crossing left.

But I'll come around tomorrow morning.

If you should want me tonight by any chance, send round a note to Curzon Street.

Thank you.

As he reaches the door, Lady Chiltern enters from her boudoir.

But you know, Norberton nearly came within your province once.

Oh? How was that? It was when he horse-whipped Sam Brewer, the Curzon Street moneylender on Newmarket Heath.

Nearly killed him.

He sounds interesting.

But I'll come round tomorrow morning.

If you should want me tonight by any chance, send round a note to Curzon Street.

Thank you.

As he reaches the door, Lady Chiltern enters from her boudoir.

The mechanic as fetched you reported the number, you know.

So the sergeant sent round to Curzon Street at once to get Miss Slade, and here she is." "You identify this car as your own, then?" O'Malley asked the girl.

"Of course it's mine," she replied with spirit.

"I left it outside the Oracle Club whilst I was lunching there today.

"That's rather an idea.

But look here, you'll have to promise to be very discreet about it." "My dear," she cried joyously, "I'll be as mute as the silent wife." "That's settled then.

Now I'm going to take a taxi to Curzon Street and change my frock.

I'll be back here with the car in half an hour if you'll wait for me in the hall." The thought of a long drive through the night with such a charming girl as Vera Slade seemed to please Desmond Oakwood, for he was smiling happily to himself as he sat in the Nineva lounge awaiting her return.