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Page 77
"I shan't be there. I shall be at the bottom of the pond,
sucking up mud."
"Yes .... Do you think you could leave something in your bed
that looked vaguely like you in the dark? A bolster with a
pyjama-coat round it, and one arm outside the blanket, and a pair
of socks or something for the head. You know the kind of thing.
I think it would please him to feel that you were still sleeping
peacefully."
Bill chuckled to himself.
"Rather. I'm awfully good at that. I'll make him up something
really good. But what about you?"
"I'm at the other end of the house; he's hardly likely to bother
about me a second time. And I shall be so very fast asleep at
his first visit. Still, I may as well to be on the safe side."
They went into the house. Cayley was in the hall as they came
in. He nodded, and took out his watch.
"Time to change?" he said.
"Just about," said Bill.
"You didn't forget my letter?"
"I did not. In fact, we had tea there."
"Ah!" He looked away and said carelessly, "How were they all?"
"They sent all sorts of sympathetic messages to you, and--and all
that sort of thing."
"Oh, yes."
Bill waited for him to say something more, and then, as nothing
was coming, he turned round, said, "Come on, Tony," and led the
way upstairs.
"Got all you want?" he said at the top of the stairs.
"I think so. Come and see me before you go down."
"Righto."
Antony shut his bedroom door behind him and walked over to the
window. He pushed open a casement and looked out. His bedroom
was just over the door at the back of the house. The side wall
of the office, which projected out into the lawn beyond the rest
of the house, was on his left. He could step out on to the top
of the door, and from there drop easily to the ground. Getting
back would be little more difficult. There was a convenient
water-pipe which would help.
He had just finished his dressing when Bill came in. "Final
instructions?" he asked, sitting down on the bed. "By the way,
how are we amusing ourselves after dinner? I mean immediately
after dinner."
"Billiards?"
"Righto. Anything you like."
"Don't talk too loud," said Antony in a lower voice. "We're more
or less over the hall, and Cayley may be there." He led the way
to the window. "We'll go out this way to-night. Going
downstairs is too risky. It's easy enough; better put on
tennis-shoes."
"Right. I say, in case I don't get another chance alone with you
what do I do when Cayley comes to tuck me up?"
"It's difficult to say. Be as natural as you can. I mean, if he
just knocks lightly and looks in, be asleep. Don't overdo the
snoring. But if he makes a hell of a noise, you'll have to wake
up and rub your eyes, and wonder what on earth he's doing in your
room at all. You know the sort of thing."
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