"It's too late to be sorry," the judge said. "Now, suppose you just tell me what you people were doing, running around indecently exposed."
"Well, your honor," the skinny man said hopefully, "we were having a picnic."
The judge blanched a mottled grey. "So I've heard," he said. "There's no need to be defiant about it, you know."
"It was all very nice and orderly," the man offered, "until Mr. Pillsworth showed up."
"And then it got disorderly?"
"Everything got completely out of hand."
The judge's gaze swiveled toward Marc with gloomy speculation. "This fellow Pillsworth must exert a powerful influence everywhere he goes," he said. He turned back to the nudist.
"Just how out of hand did everything get, would you say?"
"I don't know exactly," the skinny man said. "Everyone was leaping about and running. It got pretty hard to follow. I don't think there were any broken bones, though."