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Page 83
Bill flicked a handful of water at him and disappeared again. He
was under for almost a minute this time, and there was a grin on
his face when it was visible again.
"I've got it, but it's devilish hard to get up. I'm not sure
that it isn't too heavy for me."
"That's all right," said Antony. He brought out a ball of thick
string from his pocket. "Get this through the handle if you can,
and then we can both pull."
"Good man." He paddled to the side, took one end of the string
and paddled back again. "Now then."
Two minutes later the bag was safely in the boat. Bill clambered
in after it, and Antony rowed back. "Well done, Watson," he said
quietly, as they landed. He fetched their two coats, and then
waited, the bag in his hand, while Bill dried and dressed
himself. As soon as the latter was ready, he took his arm and
led him into the copse. He put the bag down and felt in his
pockets.
"I shall light a pipe before I open it," he said. "What about
you?"
"Yes."
With great care they filled and lit their pipes. Bill's hand was
a little unsteady. Antony noticed it and gave him a reassuring
smile.
"Ready?"
"Yes."
They sat down, and taking the bag between his knees, Antony
pressed the catch and opened it.
"Clothes!" said Bill.
Antony pulled out the top garment and shook it out. It was a wet
brown flannel coat.
"Do you recognize it?" he asked.
"Mark's brown flannel suit."
"The one he is advertised as having run away in?"
"Yes. It looks like it. Of course he had a dashed lot of
clothes."
Antony put his hand in the breast-pocket and took out some
letters. He considered them doubtfully for a moment.
"I suppose I'd better read them," he said. "I mean, just to see
--" He looked inquiringly at Bill, who nodded. Antony turned on
his torch and glanced at them. Bill waited anxiously.
"Yes. Mark .... Hallo!"
"What is it?"
"The letter that Cayley was telling the Inspector about. From
Robert. 'Mark, your loving brother is coming to see you--' Yes,
I suppose I had better keep this. Well, that's his coat. Let's
have out the rest of it." He took the remaining clothes from the
bag and spread them out.
"They're all here," said Bill. "Shirt, tie, socks, underclothes,
shoes--yes, all of them."
"All that he was wearing yesterday?"
"Yes."
"What do you make of it?"
Bill shook his head, and asked another question.
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