Berry And Co. | Page 2

Close at hand echoed the soft impertinence of a cuckoo,
and two fat wood-pigeons waddled about the lawn, picking and stealing
as they went. The sky was cloudless, and there was not a breath of
wind.
The stable clock chimed the half-hour.
My sister returned to the attack.
"Are you coming, Boy?"
"Yes," said I. "I am."
Berry sat up and stared at me.
"Don't be silly," he said. "There's a service this morning. Besides,
they've changed the lock of the poor-box."

"I want to watch the Vicar's face when he sees you," said I.
"It will be a bit of a shock," said Jonah, looking up from the paper. "Is
his heart all right?"
"Rotten," said Daphne. "But that doesn't matter. I sent him a note to
warn him yesterday."
"What did you say?" demanded her husband.
"I said, 'We're back at last, and--don't faint--we're all coming to
Church to-morrow, and you've got to come back to lunch.' And now,
for goodness' sake, go and change."
"But we shall perspire," said Berry. "Profusely. To walk half a mile in
this sun is simply asking for it. Besides----"
"What's the car done?" said Jonah. "I'm going, and I can't hurry with
this." He tapped his short leg affectionately. "We needn't take Fitch.
Boy or I can drive."
"Right oh," said my sister, rising. "Is ten-minutes-to early enough?"
Jonah nodded.
"This," said Berry, "is a conspiracy for which you will all pay. Literally.
I shall take the plate round, and from you four I shall accept nothing
but paper. Possibly I shall----"
Here the girls fell upon him and bore him protesting into the house and
out of earshot.
"Who's going to look after the car while we're in church?" said I.
"There's sure to be somebody ready to earn a couple of bob," said
Jonah. "Besides, we can always disconnect the north-east trunnion, or
jack her up and put the wheels in the vestry or something."
"All right. Only we don't want her pinched." With a yawn I rose to my

feet. "And now I suppose I'd better go and turn her out."
"Right oh," said Jonah, picking up his paper again.
I strolled into the house.
We were proud of the car. She was a 1914 Rolls, and we had bought
her at a long price less than a week ago. Fresh from the coach-builder's,
her touring body was painted silver-grey, while her bonnet was of
polished aluminium. Fitted with every conceivable accessory, she was
very good-looking, charming alike to ride or drive, and she went like
the wind. In a word, she did as handsome as she was.
It was eight minutes to eleven as we slid past the lodge and on to the
Bilberry road.
Before we had covered two furlongs, we swung round a corner to see a
smart two-seater at rest by the dusty hedgerow, and a slight dark girl in
fresh blue and white standing with one foot on the step, wiping her
dainty fingers on a handful of cotton-waste.
"Agatha!" cried Daphne and Jill. "Stop, Boy, stop!"
Obediently I slowed to a standstill, as my lady came running after us.
"You might have told me," she panted. "I never knew you were back.
And I am so glad."
"We only arrived on Friday, dear," said Daphne, and introduced Berry
and me. Jonah, it appeared, had met Miss Deriot at tennis in 1914.
"But you had your hair down then," he said gravely.
"It's a wonder I haven't got it down now," said Miss Deriot. "Why
didn't you come along ten minutes earlier? Then you could have
changed my tire."
"And why are you driving away from church?" said Jill.

"One of the colts has sprained his shoulder, and we're out of
embrocation; so I'm going to get some from Brooch."
"I'll come with you," said Berry eagerly, preparing to leave the car. "I
don't like to think of you----"
"Nonsense," said Daphne, detaining him.
"But supposing she has another puncture?"
"Yes, I can see you mending it on a day like this."
"It's very kind of you," said Miss Deriot, with a puzzled smile.
"Don't thank the fool," said my sister. "If I thought he'd be the slightest
use to you, I'd send him; but he only wants an excuse to get out of
going to church."
"Poor Jade," said her husband. "I am a knight, a simple starlit knight, a
Quixote of to-day. Your brutish instincts----"
"Carry on, Boy," said Daphne. I let in the clutch. "And come over this
afternoon, Agatha, and we'll tell you all about everything."
"Yes, do," cried Jill.
"All right," said Miss Deriot. "So long."
Three minutes later I was berthing the car close to the lich-gate in the
shade of sweet-smelling limes, that made a trembling screen of foliage