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Page 78
"Right. And about the dummy figure. I'll make it up directly we
come upstairs, and hide it under the bed."
"Yes .... I think we'd better go completely to bed ourselves.
We shan't take a moment dressing again, and it will give him time
to get safely into the passage. Then come into my room."
"Right .... Are you ready?"
"Yes."
They went downstairs together.
CHAPTER XVII
Mr. Beverley Takes the Water
Cayley seemed very fond of them that night. After dinner was
over, he suggested a stroll outside. They walked up and down the
gravel in front of the house, saying very little to each other,
until Bill could stand it no longer. For the last twenty turns
he had been slowing down hopefully each time they came to the
door, but the hint had always been lost on his companions, and
each time another turn had been taken. But in the end he had
been firm.
"What about a little billiards?" he said, shaking himself free
from the others.
"Will you play?" said Antony to Cayley.
"I'll watch you," he said, and he had watched them resolutely
until the game, and then another game after that; had been
played.
They went into the hall and attacked the drinks.
"Well, thank heaven for bed," said Bill; putting down his glass.
"Are you coming?"
"Yes," said Antony, and finished his drink. He looked at Cayley.
"I've just got one or two little things to do," said Cayley. "I
shan't be long following you."
"Well, good night, then."
"Good night."
"Good night," called Bill from half-way up the stairs. "Good
night, Tony."
"Good night."
Bill looked at his watch. Half-past eleven. Not much chance of
anything happening for another hour. He pulled open a drawer and
wondered what to wear on their expedition. Grey flannel
trousers, flannel shirt, and a dark coat; perhaps a sweater, as
they might be lying out in the copse for some time. And good
idea a towel. He would want it later on, and meanwhile he could
wear it round his waist.
Tennis-shoes .... There Everything was ready. Now then for the
dummy figure.
He looked at his watch again before getting into bed.
Twelve-fifteen. How long to wait before Cayley came up? He
turned out the light, and then, standing by the door in his
pyjamas, waited for his eyes to become accustomed to the new
darkness .... He could only just make out the bed in the corner
of the room. Cayley would want more light than that if he were
to satisfy himself from the door that the bed was occupied. He
pulled the curtains a little way back. That was about right. He
could have another look later on, when he had the dummy figure in
the bed.
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