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Page 75
"Now, he has got something to hide to-night, and he's going to
take good care that we aren't watching him. Well, what will he
do?"
"See that we are asleep first, before he starts out."
"Yes. Come and tuck us up, and see that we're nice and
comfortable."
"Yes, that's awkward," said Bill. "But we could lock our doors,
and then he wouldn't know that we weren't there."
"Have you ever locked your door?"
"Never."
"No. And you can bet that Cayley knows that. Anyway, he'd bang
on it, and you wouldn't answer, and then what would he think?"
Bill was silent; crushed.
"Then I don't see how we're going to do it," he said, after deep
thought. "He'll obviously come to us just before he starts out,
and that doesn't give us time to get to the pond in front of
him."
"Let's put ourselves in his place," said Antony, puffing slowly
at his pipe. "He's got the body, or whatever it is, in the
passage. He won't come up the stairs, carrying it in his arms,
and look in at our doors to see if we're awake. He'll have to
make sure about us first, and then go down for the body
afterwards. So that gives us a little time."
"Y-yes," said Bill doubtfully. "We might just do it, but it'll
be a bit of a rush."
"But wait. When he's gone down to the passage and got the body,
what will he do next?"
"Come out again," said Bill helpfully.
"Yes; but which end?"
Bill sat up with a start.
"By Jove, you mean that he will go out at the far end by the
bowling-green?"
"Don't you think so? Just imagine him walking across the lawn in
full view of the house, at midnight, with a body in his arms.
Think of the awful feeling he would have in the back of the neck,
wondering if anybody, any restless sleeper, had chosen just that
moment to wander to the window and look out into the night.
There's still plenty of moonlight, Bill. Is he going to walk
across the park in the moonlight, with all those windows staring
at him? Not if he can help it. But he can get out by the
bowling green, and then come to the pond without ever being in
sight of the house, at all."
"You're right. And that will just about give us time. Good.
Now, what's the next thing?"
"The next thing is to mark the exact place in the pond where he
drops whatever he drops."
"So that we can fish it out again."
"If we can see what it is, we shan't want to. The police can
have a go at it to-morrow. But if it's something we can't
identify from a distance, then we must try and get it out. To
see whether it's worth telling the police about."
"Y-yes," said Bill, wrinkling his forehead. "Of course, the
trouble with water is that one bit of it looks pretty much like
the next bit. I don't know if that had occurred to you.
"It had," smiled Antony. "Let's come and have a look at it."
They walked to the edge of the copse, and lay down there in
silence, looking at the pond beneath them.
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