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Page 40
"You and Miss Calladine were playing together?"
"I say, however do you know that?"
"Brilliant deductive reasoning. Well, then you suddenly saw
her?"
"Yes, she walked across that side of the lawn." He indicated the
opposite side, nearer to the house.
"She couldn't have been hiding in the ditch? Do you call it the
moat, by the way?"
"Mark does. We don't among ourselves. No, she couldn't. Betty
and I were here before the others, and walked round a bit. We
should have seen her."
"Then she must have been hiding in the shed. Or do you call it
the summer-house?"
"We had to go there for the bowls, of course. She couldn't have
been there."
"Oh!"
"It's dashed funny," said Bill, after an interval for thought.
"But it doesn't matter, does it? It has nothing to do with
Robert."
"Hasn't it?"
"I say, has it?" said Bill, getting excited again.
"I don't know. We don't know what has, or what hasn't. But it
has got something to do with Miss Norris. And Miss Norris--" He
broke off suddenly.
"What about her?"
"Well, you're all in it in a kind of way. And if something
unaccountable happens to one of you a day or two before something
unaccountable happens to the whole house, one is well,
interested." It was a good enough reason, but it wasn't the
reason he had been on the point of giving.
"I see. Well?"
Antony knocked out his pipe and got up slowly.
"Well then, let's find the way from the house by which Miss
Norris came."
Bill jumped up eagerly.
"By Jove! Do you mean there's a secret passage?"
"A secluded passage, anyway. There must be."
"I say, what fun! I love secret passages. Good Lord, and this
afternoon I was playing golf just like an ordinary merchant!
What a life! Secret passages!"
They made their way down into the ditch. If an opening was to be
found which led to the house, it would probably be on the house
side of the green, and on the outside of the ditch. The most
obvious place at which to begin the search was the shed where the
bowls were kept. It was a tidy place as anything in Mark's
establishment would be. There were two boxes of croquet things,
one of them with the lid open, as if the balls and mallets and,
hoops (neatly enough put away, though) had been recently used; a
box of bowls, a small lawn-mower, a roller and so forth. A seat
ran along the back of it, whereon the bowls-players could sit
when it rained.
Antony tapped the wall at the back.
"This is where the passage ought to begin. It doesn't sound very
hollow, does it?"
"It needn't begin here at all, need it?" said Bill, walking round
with bent head, and tapping the other walls. He was just too
tall to stand upright in the shed.
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