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Page 74
"I wanted to warn you that we should probably find Mark in the
passage, alive or dead."
"And now you don't think so?"
"Now I think that his dead body is there."
"Meaning that Cayley went down and killed him afterwards after
you had come, after the police had come?"
"Well, that's what I shrink from, Bill. It's so horribly
cold-blooded. Cayley may be capable of it, but I hate to think
of it."
"But, dash it all, your other way is cold-blooded enough.
According to you, he goes up to the office and deliberately
shoots a man with whom he has no quarrel, whom he hasn't seen for
fifteen years!"
"Yes, but to save his own neck. That makes a difference. My
theory is that he quarrelled violently with Mark over the girl,
and killed him in sudden passion. Anything that happened after
that would be self-defense. I don't mean that I excuse it, but
that I understand it. And I think that Mark's dead body is in
the passage now, and has been there since, say, half-past two
yesterday afternoon. And to-night Cayley is going to hide it in
the pond."
Bill pulled at the moss on the ground beside him, threw away a
handful or two, and said slowly, "You may be right, but it's all
guess-work, you know."
Antony laughed.
"Good Lord, of course it is," he said. "And to-night we shall
know if it's a good guess or a bad one."
Bill brightened up suddenly.
"To-night," he said. "I say, to-night's going to be rather fun.
How do we work it?"
Antony was silent for a little.
"Of course," he said at last, "we ought to inform the police, so
that they can come here and watch the pond to-night."
"Of course," grinned Bill.
"But I think that perhaps it is a little early to put our
theories before them."
"I think perhaps it is," said Bill solemnly.
Antony looked up at him with a sudden smile.
"Bill, you old bounder."
"Well, dash it, it's our show. I don't see why we shouldn't get
our little bit of fun out of it."
"Neither do I. All right, then, we'll do without the police
to-night."
"We shall miss them," said Bill sadly, "but 'tis better so."
There were two problems in front of them: first, the problem of
getting out of the house without being discovered by Cayley, and
secondly, the problem of recovering whatever it was which Cayley
dropped into the pond that night.
"Let's look at it from Cayley's point of view," said Antony. "He
may not know that we're on his track, but he can't help being
suspicious of us. He's bound to be suspicious of everybody in
the house, and more particularly of us, because we're presumably
more intelligent than the others."
He stopped for a moment to light his pipe, and Bill took the
opportunity of looking more intelligent than Mrs. Stevens.
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