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Page 56
Antony shook his head.
"No, I'm not going to talk about it yet. We can wait and see
what the Inspector finds. He may find something--I don't know
what--something that Cayley has put there for him to find. But
if he doesn't, then it will be because Cayley is going to hide
something there to-night."
"What?" asked Bill again.
"You will see what, Bill," said Antony; "because we shall be
there."
"Are we going to watch him?"
"Yes, if the Inspector finds nothing."
"That's good," said Bill.
If it were a question of Cayley or the Law, he was quite decided
as to which side he was taking. Previous to the tragedy of
yesterday he had got on well enough with both of the cousins,
without being in the least intimate with either. Indeed, of the
two he preferred, perhaps, the silent, solid Cayley to the more
volatile Mark. Cayley's qualities, as they appeared to Bill, may
have been chiefly negative; but even if this merit lay in the
fact that he never exposed whatever weaknesses he may have had,
this is an excellent quality in a fellow-guest (or, if you like,
fellow-host) in a house where one is continually visiting.
Mark's weaknesses, on the other hand, were very plain to the eye,
and Bill had seen a good deal of them.
Yet, though he had hesitated to define his position that morning
in regard to Mark, he did not hesitate to place himself on the
side of the Law against Cayley. Mark, after all, had done him no
harm, but Cayley had committed an unforgivable offence. Cayley
had listened secretly to a private conversation between himself
and Tony. Let Cayley hang, if the Law demanded it.
Antony looked at his watch and stood up.
"Come along," he said. "It's time for that job I spoke about."
"The passage?" said Bill eagerly.
"No; the thing which I said that I had to do this afternoon."
"Oh, of course. What is it?"
Without saying anything, Antony led the way indoors to the
office.
It was three o'clock, and at three o'clock yesterday Antony and
Cayley had found the body. At a few minutes after three, he had
been looking out of the window of the adjoining room, and had
been surprised suddenly to find the door open and Cayley behind
him. He had vaguely wondered at the time why he had expected the
door to be shut, but he had had no time then to worry the thing
out, and he had promised himself to look into it at his leisure
afterwards. Possibly it meant nothing; possibly, if it meant
anything, he could have found out its meaning by a visit to the
office that morning. But he had felt that he would be more
likely to recapture the impressions of yesterday if he chose as
far as possible the same conditions for his experiment. So he
had decided that three o'clock that afternoon should find him
once more in the office.
As he went into the room, followed by Bill, he felt it almost as
a shock that there was now no body of Robert lying there between
the two doors. But there was a dark stain which showed where the
dead man's head had been, and Antony knelt down over it, as he
had knelt twenty-four hours before.
"I want to go through it again," he said. "You must be Cayley.
Cayley said he would get some water. I remember thinking that
water wasn't much good to a dead man, and that probably he was
only too glad to do anything rather than nothing. He came back
with a wet sponge and a handkerchief. I suppose he got the
handkerchief from the chest of drawers. Wait a bit."
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