strangers, rose up before us. The fact that he called after us
caused Daphne to break into a run.

Our luck was out. When we had completed the circle of the
cromlechs, we came suddenly upon him. More to our dismay than
surprise he had become the centre of a little knot of
excursionists, who were listening to him eagerly. As we
appeared:

"Ah," he said to the interested company, "here is my Aunt!
She'll tell you. Aunt Daphne, wasn't it here that father lost
the string bag?"

"Wretched fool!" said Daphne under her breath, turning hurriedly
in the direction of the car.

Berry watched her retreat, and turned to his listeners with a
sigh.

"I'm afraid I've gone and upset her now," he said. "I oughtn't
to have reminded her of the untoward incident. It was the only
string bag they had, and it was an awful blow to her. It upset
him, too, terribly. Never the same man again. In fact, from
that day he began to go wrong- criminally, I mean."

The little group grew closer to him than ever. Like a fool, I
stayed to hear more.

"Yes," Berry went on, "in less than a month he was up at the Old
Bailey, under the Merchandise Marks Act, for selling Gruyere