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Page 33
However, there would be a day or two before the inquest, in which
Antony could consider all these matters from within The Red
House. The car was at the door. He got in with Bill, the
landlord put his bag on the front seat next to the chauffeur, and
they drove back.
CHAPTER VIII
"Do You Follow Me, Watson?"
Anthony's bedroom looked over the park at the back of the house.
The blinds were not yet drawn while he was changing his clothes
for dinner, and at various stages of undress he would pause and
gaze out of the window, sometimes smiling to himself, sometimes
frowning, as he turned over in his mind all the strange things
that he had seen that day. He was sitting on his bed, in shirt
and trousers, absently smoothing down his thick black hair with
his brushes, when Bill shouted an "Hallo!" through the door, and
came in.
"I say, buck up, old boy, I'm hungry," he said.
Antony stopped smoothing himself and looked up at him
thoughtfully.
"Where's Mark?" he said.
"Mark? You mean Cayley."
Antony corrected himself with a little laugh. "Yes, I mean
Cayley. Is he down? I say, I shan't be a moment, Bill." He got
up from the bed and went on briskly with his dressing. "Oh, by
the way," said Bill, taking his place on the bed, "your idea
about the keys is a wash-out."
"Why, how do you mean?"
"I went down just now and had a look at them. We were asses not
to have thought of it when we came in. The library key is
outside, but all the others are inside."
"Yes, I know."
"You devil, I suppose you did think of it, then?"
"I did, Bill," said Antony apologetically.
"Bother! I hoped you'd forgotten. Well, that knocks your theory
on the head, doesn't it?"
"I never had a theory. I only said that if they were outside, it
would probably mean that the office key was outside, and that in
that case Cayley's theory was knocked on the head."
"Well, now, it isn't, and we don't know anything. Some were
outside and some inside, and there you are. It makes it much
less exciting. When you were talking about it on the lawn, I
really got quite keen on the idea of the key being outside and
Mark taking it in with him."
"It's going to be exciting enough," said Antony mildly, as he
transferred his pipe and tobacco into the pocket of his black
coat. "Well, let's come down; I'm ready now."
Cayley was waiting for them in the hall. He made some polite
inquiry as to the guest's comfort, and the three of them fell
into a casual conversation about houses in general and The Red
House in particular.
"You were quite right about the keys," said Bill, during a pause.
He was less able than the other two, perhaps because he was
younger than they, to keep away from the subject which was
uppermost in the minds of them all.
"Keys?" said Cayley blankly.
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