We had known Evelyn Fairie for years. It was natural that we should wish to know Evelyn Swetecote. That wedlock could have diminished her charm was not to be thought of. But we were forgivably curious to see her in the married state and to make the acquaintance of the man whom she had chosen out of so many suitors. Little knowing that we were at Pau, Evelyn had written to us from Biarritz. In due season her letter had arrived, coming by way of Hampshire. An answer in the shape of a general invitation to lunch had brought not so much a refusal as a definite counter-proposal that we should suggest a day and come to Biarritz. In reply, the services of the telephone had been requisitioned, and, if my brother-in-law was to be believed, Mrs. Swetecote had been advised to expect us on Wednesday. In any event, expected or unexpected, here were we, all six, upon the road--my wife and cousins in one car, and Daphne, Berry, and I within the other. As we swung into the paved streets of Orthez-- "And when," said Berry, "when am I to drive?" "From Peyrehorade," I replied. "Oh. I suppose that's where the stones begin, or the road stops, or something." I shook my head. "Not that I know of. And you can drive all the way back. But--well, there's a hill or two coming, and--and I'd like just to take her so far," I concluded lamely. But for my sister's presence, I would have told him the truth. This was that I had bet Jonah that I could get from Orthez to Peyrehorade in twenty minutes. The distance was exactly thirty kilometres, and the road was perfect. There were no corners, and the bends were few. There were hills, certainly; but these were straightforward enough and could be taken, so to speak, in our stride. Moreover, there were no cross-roads, and only two turnings worth thinking about. To some cars the feat would have been nothing. Whether it was within the reach of Ping and Pong remained to be seen.... As we left Orthez, I looked at my watch. Ten minutes to eleven. I laid hold of the wheel.... To this hour I cannot tell why Daphne did not exercise the prerogative of a passenger and protest against the pace. But neither at the time or thereafter did she so much as mention it. Berry confessed later that he had been frightened to death.