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Page 67
"Could Mark be hiding there?"
"I called through the keyhole in a whisper 'Mark, are you there?'
he would have thought it was Cayley. There was no answer.
"Well, let's go down and try again. We might be able to get the
door open."
Antony shook his head.
"Aren't I going at all?" said Bill in great disappointment.
When Antony spoke, it was to ask another question:
"Can Cayley drive a car?"
"Yes, of course. Why?"
"Then he might easily drop the chauffeur at his lodge and go off
to Stanton, or wherever he wanted to, on his own?"
"I suppose so if he wanted to."
"Yes." Antony got up. "Well, look here, as we said we were
going into the village, and as we promised to leave that letter,
I almost think we'd better do it."
"Oh! .... Oh, very well."
"Jallands. What were you telling me about that? Oh, yes; the
Widow Norbury."
"That's right. Cayley used to be rather keen on the daughter.
The letter's for her."
"Yes; well, let's take it. Just to be on the safe side."
"Am I going to be done out of that secret passage altogether?"
asked Bill fretfully.
"There's nothing to see, really, I promise you."
"You're very mysterious. What's upset you? You did see
something down there, I'm certain of it."
"I did and I've told you about it."
"No, you haven't. You only told me about the door in the wall."
"That's it, Bill. And it's locked. And I'm frightened of what's
behind it."
"But then we shall never know what's there if we aren't going to
look."
"We shall know to-night," said Antony, taking Bill's arm and
leading him to the hall, "when we watch our dear friend Cayley
dropping it into the pond."
CHAPTER XV
Mrs. Norbury Confides in Dear Mr. Gillingham
They left the road, and took the path across the fields which
sloped gently downwards towards Jallands. Antony was silent, and
since it is difficult to keep up a conversation with a silent man
for any length of time, Bill had dropped into silence too. Or
rather, he hummed to himself, hit at thistles in the grass with
his stick and made uncomfortable noises with his pipe. But he
noticed that his companion kept looking back over his shoulder,
almost as if he wanted to remember for a future occasion the way
by which they were coming. Yet there was no difficulty about it,
for they remained all the time in view of the road, and the belt
of trees above the long park wall which bordered its further side
stood out clearly against the sky.
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