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"The sort which old gentlemen have to keep out draughts?"
"Yes. Just at first they hardly move at all, and then very, very
slowly they swing to well, that was the way the shadow moved, and
subconsciously I must have associated it with the movement of
that sort of door. By Jove!" He got up, and dusted his knees.
"Now, Bill, just to make sure, go in and close the door like
that. As an afterthought, you know; and very quietly, so that I
don't hear the click of it."
Bill did as he was told, and then put his head out eagerly to
hear what had happened.
"That was it," said Antony, with absolute conviction. "That was
just what I saw yesterday." He came out of the office, and
joined Bill in the little room.
"And now," he said, "let's try and find out what it was that Mr.
Cayley was doing in here, and why he had to be so very careful
that his friend Mr. Gillingham didn't overhear him."
CHAPTER XIII
The Open Window
Anthony's first thought was that Cayley had hidden something;
something, perhaps, which he had found by the body, and but that
was absurd. In the time at his disposal, he could have done no
more than put it away in a drawer, where it would be much more
open to discovery by Antony than if he had kept it in his pocket.
In any case he would have removed it by this time, and hidden it
in some more secret place. Besides, why in this case bother
about shutting the door?
Bill pulled open a drawer in the chest, and looked inside.
"Is it any good going through these, do you think?" he asked.
Antony looked over his shoulder.
"Why did he keep clothes here at all?" he asked. "Did he ever
change down here?"
"My dear Tony, he had more clothes than anybody in the world. He
just kept them here in case they might be useful, I expect. When
you and I go from London to the country we carry our clothes
about with us. Mark never did. In his flat in London he had
everything all over again which he has here. It was a hobby with
him, collecting clothes. If he'd had half a dozen houses, they
would all have been full of a complete gentleman's town and
country outfit."
"I see."
"Of course, it might be useful sometimes, when he was busy in the
next room, not to have to go upstairs for a handkerchief or a
more comfortable coat."
"I see. Yes." He was walking round the room as he answered, and
he lifted the top of the linen basket which stood near the wash
basin and glanced in. "He seems to have come in here for a
collar lately."
Bill peered in. There was one collar at the bottom of the
basket.
"Yes. I daresay he would," he agreed. "If he suddenly found
that the one he was wearing was uncomfortable or a little bit
dirty, or something. He was very finicking."
Antony leant over and picked it out.
"It must have been uncomfortable this time," he said, after
examining it carefully. "It couldn't very well be cleaner." He
dropped it back again. "Anyway, he did come in here sometimes?"
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