After a few miles my brother-in-law's patience began to show signs of wear and tear, and by the time we had reached Tournay it was positively threadbare. For this Adèle and I paid almost as heavily as he. But for the horn by his side, many an infuriated chauffeur would have lost his reason. It is a kind of safety-valve. Berry's employment of this convenient accessory was characterised by a savagery which, if deplorable, is not uncommon. The frequency, however, with which passage simply had to be asked was truly terrible. Disapproval at once so bitterly and constantly expressed was most distressing. Our heads began to ache violently.... To crown our annoyance, we picked up a cast shoe--with the inevitable result. When, fortified by the knowledge that it was my turn to change the wheel, Berry ventured to point out that such an acquisition was extremely fortunate, the power of speech deserted me. Dusk was falling as we ran into Tarbes.... "D'you think," said Adèle, "that we could find a chemist? My head feels as if it was going to burst." We sought diligently without success. After a little we stopped and asked a postman. An apothecary of sorts, it appeared, was plying his trade two side-streets away. Adèle and I descended to go and visit him. I was rather sceptical about the virtue of the drug which was eventually produced to us, but, after a little discussion, we purchased the tablets and asked for some water with which to swallow them. I must confess that when we returned to find no sign of the car, I was extremely annoyed. It was rapidly growing dark and it had become cold. Adèle was tired and had had no tea. The market was up, with the result that the streets were swarming. I cursed my brother-in-law with pardonable acerbity. "It's all right, old chap," said Adèle, taking my arm. "He's probably just around somewhere. Let's go and look for him." He was not around anywhere. We struggled to the right, we fought our way to the left, we pushed and were pushed back to the _pharmacie_, and we returned laboriously to our starting-point. All the time we were devilled by the lingering idea that Berry was searching for us, and that we were just avoiding him at every turn. After another two minutes, I took my protesting wife back to the chemist's shop, requested his hospitality on her behalf, and, after seeing her received by a glowing Frenchwoman into an inner room, turned up my collar and advanced blasphemously into the street. Almost immediately Berry stumbled into my arms. "_The car!_" he gasped. "_A plant! Quick! Or they'll do us down!_" I stared at him stupidly. His coat was torn and he was streaming with sweat. Also his hat was missing, and there was a cut on his cheek. "You're hurt," I cried.