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Page 31
"Was he angry with all of you?"
"Oh, yes sulky, you know."
"This morning?"
"Oh, no. He got over it he generally does. He's just like a
child. That's really it, Tony; he's like a child in some ways.
As a matter of fact, he was unusually bucked with himself this
morning. And yesterday."
"Yesterday?"
"Rather. We all said we'd never seen him in such form."
"Is he generally in form?"
"He's quite good company, you know, if you take him the right
way. He's rather vain and childish well, like I've been telling
you and self-important; but quite amusing in his way, and--" Bill
broke off suddenly. "I say, you know, it really is the limit,
talking about your host like this."
"Don't think of him as your host. Think of him as a suspected
murderer with a warrant out against him."
"Oh! but that's all rot, you know."
"It's the fact, Bill."
"Yes, but I mean, he didn't do it. He wouldn't murder anybody.
It's a funny thing to say, but well, he's not big enough for it.
He's got his faults, like all of us, but they aren't on that
scale."
"One can kill anybody in a childish fit of temper."
Bill grunted assent, but without prejudice to Mark. "All the
same," he said, "I can't believe it. That he would do it
deliberately, I mean."
"Suppose it was an accident, as Cayley says, would he lose his
head and run away?"
Bill considered for a moment.
"Yes, I really think he might, you know. He nearly ran away when
he saw the ghost. Of course, that's different, rather."
"Oh, I don't know. In each case it's a question of obeying your
instinct instead of your reason."
They had left the open land and were following a path through the
bordering trees. Two abreast was uncomfortable, so Antony
dropped behind, and further conversation was postponed until they
were outside the boundary fence and in the high road. The road
sloped gently down to the village of Waldheim a few red-roofed
cottages, and the grey tower of a church showing above the green.
"Well, now," said Antony, as they stepped out more quickly, "what
about Cayley?"
"How do you mean, what about him?"
"I want to see him. I can see Mark perfectly, thanks to you,
Bill. You were wonderful. Now let's have Cayley's character.
Cayley from within."
Bill laughed in pleased embarrassment, and protested that he was
not a blooming novelist.
"Besides," he added, "Mark's easy. Cayley's one of these heavy,
quiet people, who might be thinking about anything. Mark gives
himself away .... Ugly, black-jawed devil, isn't he?"
"Some women like that type of ugliness."
"Yes, that's true. Between ourselves, I think there's one here
who does. Rather a pretty girl at Jallands" he waved his left
hand "down that way."
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