The Bonds were worth two hundred and fifty pounds, and were as good as hard cash. The fellow had no office, and, when we wanted him again, as like as not he would have disappeared. His personal appearance was against him. When we protested, his answer came pat. 'He was no money-lender. In the last ten years he had not advanced ten pesetas. He was a changer of money, a broker, and nothing else.' Finally he offered one hundred and fifty pounds--at sixty per cent. a year _or part of a year_. For one so ignorant of usury, this was not bad. We thanked him acidly, offered the Bonds for sale, and, after a little calculation, accepted two hundred and forty-three pounds in Spanish notes. Half an hour later we had climbed into the cars, anxious to make the most of our last day in Spain.... If the way to Zarauz was handsome, that from Zarauz to Zumaya was fit for a king. Take us a range of mountains--bold, rugged, precipitous, and bring the sea to their foot--no ordinary sea, sirs, but Ocean himself, the terrible Atlantic to wit, in all his glory. And there, upon the boundary itself, where his proud waves are stayed, build us a road, a curling shelf of a road, to follow the line of that most notable indenture, witnessing the covenant 'twixt land and sea, settled when Time was born. Above us, the ramparts of Spain--below, an echelon of rollers, ceaselessly surging to their doom--before us, a ragged wonder of coast-line, rising and falling and thrusting into the distance, till the snarling leagues shrank into murmuring inches and tumult dwindled into rest--on our right, the might, majesty, dominion and power of Ocean, a limitless laughing mystery of running white and blue, shining and swaying and swelling till the eye faltered before so much magnificence and Sky let fall her curtain to spare the failing sight--for over six miles we hung over the edge of Europe.... Little wonder that we sailed into Zumaya--all red roofs, white walls and royal-blue timbers--with full hearts, flushed and exulting. The twenty precious minutes which had just gone by were charged with the spirit of the Odyssey. Arrived at the village, we stopped, to wait for the others. So soon as they came, we passed on slowly along the road to Deva. Perhaps a mile from Zumaya we ate our lunch.... The comfortable hush which should succeed a hearty meal made in the open air upon a summer's day was well established. Daphne and Adèle were murmuring conversation: in a low voice Jill was addressing Berry and thinking of Piers: pipe in mouth, Jonah was blinking into a pair of field-glasses: and I was lying flat upon my back, neither smoking nor sleeping, but gradually losing consciousness with a cigarette in my hand. I had come to the point of postponing through sheer lethargy the onerous duty of lifting the cigarette to my lips, when, with an oath that ripped the air, Jonah started to his feet. Sleep went flying. I sat up amazedly, propping myself on my hands....