I felt merry as the bouncer opened the strong steel door.
'Blimey!'
A dense mist had enveloped the narrow passage. In the five years I'd frequented the club, I'd never experienced such a phenomenon. The days of London peasoupers belonged in the realms of period novels and movies. But in spite of the eeriness of the scene, I felt strangely serene; the mist seemed to wrap around me in a comforting embrace.
The night had been enjoyable. The Echo Club had never let me down. It didn't offer hedonistic pleasure but a relaxed, benevolent ambience in which to socialise with like-minded men. The location was part of its appeal, tucked away discreetly at the end of a long, narrow passage in an old, nondescript part of the city. An enclave of ancient buildings, passages, alleys and courts that had somehow survived the Blitz. Bombs had rained down on the area flattening entire streets, but the cluster of ancient buildings had curiously been untouched.
I left at my usual time of half past one. Despite the late hour, I'd never felt apprehensive walking the dimly lit streets.
A yellow glow from a distant lamp post told me I was heading in the right direction. I hesitated momentarily. I'd walked the route too many times at night to count, but the mist, which veiled the entire street, gave rise to a mystifying presence. I headed forward cautiously, the mist deadening the customary sounds of the night.
After walking for five minutes, an odd feeling hit me. I felt lost. The area no longer seemed familiar. I decided to retrace my steps back to the narrow passage. Five minutes later, I arrived at a place I didn't recognise. An unusual amber glow drew my attention. As I walked towards it, a gaseous odour permeated the air, which became more pungent the closer I came.
'A gas lamp!' I muttered as I ran my hand over the cast iron post.
Puzzled, I scratched the back of my neck and frowned. Why hadn't I noticed this relic previously?
I must have taken a wrong turn, I mused. I took out my mobile phone, it would pinpoint my exact location.
'What the ---!'
The battery was dead, which hadn't been the case when I'd checked ten minutes earlier. I took a moment to try and make sense of the situation. There was no mystery, I quickly concluded. The mist had simply disoriented my sense of direction, and I'd ended up taking a wrong turn into the maze of passages and alleys and found myself in an unfamiliar spot. As for the mobile, the battery must be on the blink. Yes, that's what happened, I surmised.
Despite the mishap, the mist still offered a benevolent setting. It began to gently swirl and close in around me. I felt safe in its presence, and, as I walked forward, I had the strange sensation I was being guided.
A sudden impact broke my enchantment. I stumbled backwards.
'My dear fellow. Please, accept my profuse apologies for alarming you. This damnable mist is a curse. I should have taken more care, mind, but I wasn't expecting anyone to be around at this ungodly hour.'
The voice was cultured, educated and sincere.
'Well, you did give me a fright, but I'm equally to blame. I was in a world of my own.'
A statuesque figure stood in front of me. I measured just under six feet, but the gentleman was a good four inches taller. His features were indistinct, as I assumed mine were also. But I'd always trusted my instincts, and I took his air of geniality faithfully.
'To tell you the truth, I'm lost,' I said mildly.
'My dear fellow, we're in the same boat then. I spent many years frequenting this area, but unfortunately, I'm now only able to visit one night a year. I'm trying to find the gentlemen's club I patronised, but maddeningly, I've lost my bearings in the mist.
' I'm afraid the same has happened to me. I'm a regular visitor to a club in the area, which I left not long ago., but I soon found myself lost.'
'What's the name of the establishment you frequent?'
'The Echo Club,' I said eagerly.
'The club I frequent is called The Surveyors Room. It has a somewhat singular membership.'
'The name doesn't ring a bell, but there are lots of places it could be hidden away. I'd certainly be intrigued to discover its charms,' I said blithely.
'My dear fellow, you must attend as my guest. It's the least I can do considering my carelessness.'
'Well, I'm happy to accept your kind invitation.'
'Splendid! Now, let's see if I can find my bearings.'
He peered into the mist in every direction before concentrating his gaze west. 'I have a strong sense that we should head this way.'
'It's as good a direction as any,' I said contentedly.
'Right-ho! Follow me, my dear fellow.'
He strode away purposefully. Momentarily, I struggled to keep pace. After walking for a good two minutes, he abruptly turned north. The mist thickened, which forced me, once more, to up my pace. I feared that if I fell back, he would melt into thin air.
He suddenly stopped. 'Yes, I'm sure we're on the right track. Not far now, my dear fellow. If I'm not mistaken, my club is just a stone's throw away,' he stated buoyantly. He crossed over and continued north for a short distance. I kept on his heels.
He stopped again, turned to face me, and beckoned me forward.
'The entrance to my club is at the end of this short passage.' His voice exuded ebullience. 'Follow me, my dear fellow.'
In a moment, he was gone. I hurried into the passage, but there was neither sight nor sound of the man, only a deathly silence.
I stood still and thrust my arm out, which disappeared into the mist.
'Are you there?' I enquired calmly.
Nothing stirred. Despite the peculiarity of the situation, I felt serene. I stepped forward cautiously. After half a dozen steps, the mist, once more, began to swirl and close in around me, but now it flickered with a warm, almost ethereal luminescence.
A warm breath brushed my neck before a gloved hand touched my shoulder, the fingers caressing gently.
'Forgive me for my subterfuge, my dear fellow. I have brought you here under false pretences. My club is no more; It closed many moons ago. Every year since, I visit on the anniversary of its closure, in the hope of meeting a kindred spirit. I sensed the moment we met that you were that person.'
I smiled. His tone conveyed sincerity. Only he knew why he'd chosen to lead me up the garden path, but the connection between us was undeniable. I stepped forward.
'Your approach is certainly unconventional, but it's the destination that matters, not the journey. Your instinct is correct, we're kindred spirits.'
'Then we must arrive together at our destination. Will you do me the honour of accompanying me.'
I stifled amusement. The man's flowery speech was certainly novel but also quite touching in a strange way.
'Lead on, sir,' I said happily.
The dense mist enveloped us, only the sound of the man's precise steps cut through the air. We walked together for over a minute until his step slowed, then, once more, the mist radiated a warm luminescence.
'We have arrived, my dear fellow.'
I stepped forward and felt the airiness of an open space.
'Come, my dear fellow.'
A gloved hand touched my shoulder and guided me to my right. I felt brickwork at my back. The man's frame hinted through the mist; his gloved hands showed and rested on my shoulders before gently pressing me back. I felt safe in his control.