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Page 86
"Don't say anything more, old boy; you've given me quite enough
to think about. Don't let's bother about it to-night. We'll
just have a look at this cupboard and then get to bed."
But the cupboard had not much to tell them that night. It was
empty save for a few old bottles.
"Well, that's that," said Bill.
But Antony, on his knees with the torch in his hand, continued to
search for something.
"What are you looking for?" asked Bill at last.
"Something that isn't there," said Antony, getting up and dusting
his trousers. And he locked the door again.
CHAPTER XVIII
Guess-work
The inquest was at three o'clock; thereafter Antony could have no
claim on the hospitality of the Red House. By ten o'clock his
bag was packed, and waiting to be taken to the 'George.' To
Bill, coming upstairs after a more prolonged breakfast, this
early morning bustle was a little surprising.
"What's the hurry?" he asked.
"None. But we don't want to come back here after the inquest.
Get your packing over now and then we can have the morning to
ourselves."
"Righto." He turned to go to his room, and then came back again.
"I say, are we going to tell Cayley that we're staying at the
'George'?"
"You're not staying at the 'George,' Bill. Not officially.
You're going back to London."
"Oh!"
"Yes. Ask Cayley to have your luggage sent in to Stanton, ready
for you when you catch a train there after the inquest. You can
tell him that you've got to see the Bishop of London at once.
The fact that you are hurrying back to London to be confirmed
will make it seem more natural that I should resume my
interrupted solitude at the 'George' as soon as you have gone."
"Then where do I sleep to-night?"
"Officially, I suppose, in Fulham Place; unofficially, I suspect,
in my bed, unless they've got another spare room at the 'George.'
I've put your confirmation robe--I mean your pyjamas and brushes
and things--in my bag, ready for you. Is there anything else
you want to know? No? Then go and pack. And meet me at
ten-thirty beneath the blasted oak or in the hall or somewhere. I
want to talk and talk and talk, and I must have my Watson."
"Good," said Bill, and went off to his room.
An hour later, having communicated their official plans to
Cayley, they wandered out together into the park.
"Well?" said Bill, as they sat down underneath a convenient tree.
"Talk away."
"I had many bright thoughts in my bath this morning," began
Antony. "The brightest one of all was that we were being damn
fools, and working at this thing from the wrong end altogether."
"Well, that's helpful."
"Of course it's very hampering being a detective, when you don't
know anything about detecting, and when nobody knows that you're
doing detection, and you can't have people up to cross-examine
them, and you have neither the energy nor the means to make
proper inquiries; and, in short, when you're doing the whole
thing in a thoroughly amateur, haphazard way."
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