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"I suppose this way," said Antony aloud, looking out of the
window.
"Who?" said Cayley stubbornly.
"Well, whoever it was," said Antony, smiling to himself. "The
murderer. Or, let us say, the man who locked the door after
Robert Ablett was killed."
"I wonder."
"Well, how else could he have got away? He didn't go by the
windows in the next room, because they were shut."
"Isn't that rather odd?"
"Well, I thought so at first, but--" He pointed to the wall
jutting out on the right. "You see, you're protected from the
rest of the house if you get out here, and you're quite close to
the shrubbery. If you go out at the French windows, I imagine
you're much more visible. All that part of the house--" he waved
his right hand--"the west, well, north-west almost, where the
kitchen parts are--you see, you're hidden from them here. Oh,
yes! he knew the house, whoever it was, and he was quite right
to come out of this window. He'd be into the shrubbery at once."
Cayley looked at him thoughtfully.
"It seems to me, Mr. Gillingham, that you know the house pretty
well, considering that this is the first time you've been to it."
Antony laughed.
"Oh, well, I notice things, you know. I was born noticing. But
I'm right, aren't I, about why he went out this way?"
"Yes, I think you are." Cayley looked away--towards the
shrubbery. "Do you want to go noticing in there now?" He nodded
at it.
"I think we might leave that to the police," said Antony gently.
"It's--well, there's no hurry."
Cayley gave a little sigh, as if he had been holding his breath
for the answer, and could now breathe again.
"Thank you, Mr. Gillingham," he said.
CHAPTER IV
The Brother from Australia
Guests at the Red House were allowed to do what they liked within
reason--the reasonableness or otherwise of it being decided by
Mark. But when once they (or Mark) had made up their minds as to
what they wanted to do, the plan had to be kept. Mrs. Calladine,
who knew this little weakness of their host's, resisted,
therefore, the suggestion of Bill that they should have a second
round in the afternoon, and drive home comfortably after tea.
The other golfers were willing enough, but Mrs. Calladine,
without actually saying that Mr. Ablett wouldn't like it, was
firm on the point that, having arranged to be back by four, they
should be back by four.
"I really don't think Mark wants us, you know," said the Major.
Having played badly in the morning, he wanted to prove to himself
in the afternoon that he was really better than that. "With this
brother of his coming, he'll be only too glad to have us out of
the way."
"Of course he will, Major." This from Bill. "You'd like to
play, wouldn't you, Miss Norris?"
Miss Norris looked doubtfully at the hostess.
"Of course, if you want to get back, dear, we mustn't keep you
here. Besides, it's so dull for you, not playing."
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