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Page 84
"Is it what you expected?"
Antony laughed suddenly.
"It's too absurd," he said. "I expected--well, you know what I
expected. A body. A body in a suit of clothes. Well, perhaps
it would be safer to hide them separately. The body here, and
the clothes in the passage, where they would never betray
themselves. And now he takes a great deal of trouble to hide the
clothes here, and doesn't bother about the body at all." He
shook his head. "I'm a bit lost for the moment, Bill, and that's
the fact."
"Anything else there?"
Antony felt in the bag.
"Stones and--yes, there's something else." He took it out and
held it up. "There we are, Bill."
It was the office key.
"By Jove, you were right."
Antony felt in the bag again, and then turned it gently upside
down on the grass. A dozen large stones fell out--and something
else. He flashed down his torch.
"Another key," he said.
He put the two keys in his pocket, and sat there for a long time
in silence, thinking. Bill was silent, too, not liking to
interrupt his thoughts, but at last he said:
"Shall I put these things back?"
Antony looked up with a start.
"What? Oh, yes. No, I'll put them back. You give me a light,
will you?"
Very slowly and carefully he put the clothes back in the bag,
pausing as he took up each garment, in the certainty, as it
seemed to Bill, that it had something to tell him if only he
could read it. When the last of them was inside, he still waited
there on his knees, thinking.
"That's the lot," said Bill.
Antony nodded at him.
"Yes, that's the lot," he said; "and that's the funny thing about
it. You're sure it is the lot?"
"What do you mean?"
"Give me the torch a moment." He took it and flashed it over the
ground between them. "Yes, that's the lot. It's funny." He
stood up, the bag in his hands. "Now let's find a hiding-place
for these, and then--" He said no more, but stepped off through
the trees, Bill following him meekly.
As soon as they had got the bag off their hands and were clear of
the copse, Antony became more communicative. He took the two
keys out of his pocket.
"One of them is the office key, I suppose, and the other is the
key of the passage cupboard. So I thought that perhaps we might
have a look at the cupboard."
"I say, do you really think it is?"
"Well, I don't see what else it can be."
"But why should he want to throw it away?"
"Because it has now done its work, whatever it was, and he wants
to wash his hands of the passage. He'd throw the passage away if
he could. I don't think it matters much one way or another, and
I don't suppose there's anything to find in the cupboard, but I
feel that we must look."
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