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Page 44
Why?
Well, that question was not to be answered off-hand. But the
fact that it was so had made Antony interested in her; and it was
for this reason that he had followed up so alertly Bill's casual
mention of her in connection with the dressing-up business. He
felt that he wanted to know a little more about Miss Norris and
the part she had played in the Red House circle. By sheer luck,
as it seemed to him, he had stumbled on the answer to his
question.
Miss Norris was hurried away because she knew about the secret
passage.
The passage, then, had something to do with the mystery of
Robert's death. Miss Norris had used it in order to bring off
her dramatic appearance as the ghost. Possibly she had
discovered it for herself; possibly Mark had revealed it to her
secretly one day, never guessing that she would make so unkind a
use of it later on; possibly Cayley, having been let into the
joke of the dressing-up, had shown her how she could make her
appearance on the bowling-green even more mysterious and
supernatural. One way or another, she knew about the secret
passage. So she must be hurried away.
Why? Because if she stayed and talked, she might make some
innocent mention of it. And Cayley did not want any mention of
it.
Why, again? Obviously because the passage, or even the mere
knowledge of its existence, might provide a clue.
"I wonder if Mark's hiding there," thought Antony; and he went to
sleep.
CHAPTER X
Mr. Gillingham Talks Nonsense
Antony came down in a very good humour to breakfast next morning,
and found that his host was before him. Cayley looked up from
his letters and nodded.
"Any word of Mr. Ablett--of Mark?" said Antony, as he poured out
his coffee.
"No. The inspector wants to drag the lake this afternoon."
"Oh! Is there a lake?"
There was just the flicker of a smile on Cayley's face, but it
disappeared as quickly as it came.
"Well, it's really a pond," he said, "but it was called 'the
lake.'"
"By Mark," thought Antony. Aloud he said, "What do they expect
to find?"
"They think that Mark--" He broke off and shrugged his
shoulders.
"May have drowned himself, knowing that he couldn't get away?
And knowing that he had compromised himself by trying to get away
at all?"
"Yes; I suppose so," said Cayley slowly.
"I should have thought he would have given himself more of a run
for his money. After all, he had a revolver. If he was
determined not to be taken alive, he could always have prevented
that. Couldn't he have caught a train to London before the
police knew anything about it?"
"He might just have managed it. There was a train. They would
have noticed him at Waldheim, of course, but he might have
managed it at Stanton. He's not so well-known there, naturally.
The inspector has been inquiring. Nobody seems to have seen
him."
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