The publican eyed me. "Well, a secret as was handed down father to son...." "And, of course, my associate wishes to express his esteem, too," Foster said. "Another five pounds worth." "That's all the esteem the budget will bear, Mr. Foster," I said. I got out the fifteen pounds and passed the money across to him. "I hope you haven't forgotten those people back home who wanted to talk to us," I said. "They'll be getting in touch with us any time now, I'll bet." Foster rolled up the bills and held them in his hand. "That's true, Mr. Legion," he said. "Perhaps we shouldn't take the time...." "But being it's for the advancement of science," the publican said, "I'm willing to make the sacrifice." "We'll want to go out tonight," Foster said. "We have a very tight schedule." The landlord dickered with Foster for another five minutes before he agreed to guide us to the spot where the skeleton had been found. When he left, I began. "Now tell me." "Look at the signboard again," Foster said. I looked. The skull smiled, holding up a hand. "I see it," I said. "But it doesn't explain why you handed over our last buck----" "Look at the hand. Look at the ring on the finger." I looked again. A heavy ring was painted on the bony index finger, with a pattern of concentric circles. It was a duplicate of the one on Foster's finger. * * * * * The publican pulled the battered Morris Minor to the side of the highway and set the brake. "This is as close as we best take the machine," he said. We got out, looked across the rolling plain where the megaliths of Stonehenge loomed against the last glow of sunset. The publican rummaged in the boot, produced a ragged blanket and two long four-cell flashlights, gave one to Foster and the other to me. "Do nae use the electric torches until I tell ye," he said, "lest the whole county see there's folks abroad here." We watched as he draped the blanket over a barbed wire fence, clambered over, and started across the barren field. Foster and I followed, not talking. The plain was deserted. A few lonely lights showed on a distant slope. It was a dark night with no moon. I could hardly see the ground ahead. A car moved along a distant road, its headlights bobbing. We moved past the outer ring of stones, skirting fallen slabs twenty feet long. "We'll break our necks," I said. "Let's have one of the flashlights." "Not yet," Foster whispered. Our guide paused; we came up to him. "It were a mortal long time since I were last hereabouts," he said. "I best take me bearings off the Friar's Heel...." "What's that?" "Yon great stone, standing alone in the Avenue." We squinted; it was barely visible as a dark shape against the sky. "The bones were buried there?" Foster asked. "Nay, all by theirself, they was. Now it were twenty paces, granfer said, him bein fifteen stone and long in the leg...." The publican muttered to himself, pacing off distances.