"Ah, how do you do, Mrs. Fletcher. Sorry we've taken to up so much of your husband's time. But he's done us proud. I had fourteen. Just cast your eye--your critical eye--over this arm and take your pick. How do you like them? Penny plain, twopence coloured. Walk up. Damn. I beg your pardon. Has the ambulance arrived?" The voice was the voice of Berry. "The cab's here," said another voice. "I can see the horse's nose." I suddenly realized that Jonah had got the car and was just wondering what was the matter with our own brougham, when: "That's Daphne," said my companion. "Was it Berry who spoke first?" I stared at her. "Was it, lad?" she repeated. "Yes, witch, it was. But how on earth?" "I admit I'm only your second cousin and haven't seen Daphne for eighteen months, still, after being at school in France together for two years, we ought to have some dim recollection of each other's tones." "Why," I said, "you're cousin Madrigal, who bit me on the nose, aged four, under the nursery table. Are you sorry, now?" "I did it in self-defence, lad." "What was I doing?" "You tried to kiss me." I glanced round. The coachman had begun to undress again, and it was very dark. "That was a long time ago," I said wistfully. "Once bitten, twice shy," she said. As I kissed her, the light went up in the hall. "Put not your faith in proverbs," said I. Dr. Fletcher opened the door. "Hullo," said the worthy leech. "Bring forth your dead," said I. He laughed heartily. "Have you come for them?" "We have. Complete with plague-cart. Allow me introduce my cousin. Dr. Fletcher--Miss Madrigal Stukely. How are the deceased?" "Flourishing," replied the leech. "I took eleven out of your sister." "And fourteen out of Berry--that's twenty-five. I say, there's no chance of their getting bee hydrophobia, is there? And stinging us, or anything?" At this moment Daphne appeared, smelling like a consulting room. "Why, Madrigal darling, so Boy brought you to fetch us back; did he? I'm so awfully sorry Berry and I weren't there for dinner. I hope Boy entertained you properly." I gasped. Then: "Madrigal, were you--?" Daphne was staring at me. So our brougham had been sent to fetch... Madrigal laid her band on my arm. "It's all right, Daphne dear. As I was going home to dress about half-past seven, I met Boy--" "Hurrying?" said Daphne. "Now I come to think of it, he was walking rather--" "A nice brisk pace," said I. "Be quiet," said Daphne, "or I'Il sting you." "Well," resumed Madrigal, "I met him and he explained--" "About dinner?" "About dinner. So we didn't either of us dress. In fact we didn't dine either; we were--er..." "So anxious about you and Berry," I suggested. My brother-in-law put his head round the door and looked at me.