ALL ROADS LEAD TO 259 the proverbial Englishman was supposed to carry with him wherever he went—even into the wilds. A charming parcel it must have been—this top hat upside down. Borden again . . . Once it was merely a name, but how different it looks to us now with the crescent of romance and interest curving away into the sunny distance behind it. Again we take the boat . . . Slowly and regretfully the boat slips away from the Happy Isle ... "Poor Lord Egmont ," Jean murmurs pensively, "losing an island like that . . . No wonder he was sore!" "No wonder ..."