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Page 89
"What about the postmark?" he asked.
"We haven't got the envelope, unfortunately."
"And you think that he got this letter on Monday."
"I'm inclined to think so, Bill. Anyhow, I think--I feel almost
certain--that he knew on Monday that his brother was coming."
"Is that going to help us much?"
"No. It makes it more difficult. There's something rather
uncanny about it all. I don't understand it." He was silent for
a little, and then added, "I wonder if the inquest is going to
help us.
"What about last night? I'm longing to hear what you make of
that. Have you been thinking it out at all?"
"Last night," said Antony thoughtfully to himself. "Yes, last
night wants some explaining."
Bill waited hopefully for him to explain. What, for instance,
had Antony been looking for in the cupboard?
"I think," began Antony slowly, "that after last night we must
give up the idea that Mark has been killed; killed, I mean, by
Cayley. I don't believe anybody would go to so much trouble to
hide a suit of clothes when he had a body on his hands. The body
would seem so much more important. I think we may take it now
that the clothes are all that Cayley had to hide."
"But why not have kept them in the passage?"
"He was frightened of the passage. Miss Norris knew about it."
"Well, then, in his own bedroom, or even, in Mark's. For all you
or I or anybody knew, Mark might have had two brown suits. He
probably had, I should think."
"Probably. But I doubt if that would reassure Cayley. The brown
suit hid a secret, and therefore the brown suit had to be hidden.
We all know that in theory the safest hiding-place is the most
obvious, but in practice very few people have the nerve to risk
it."
Bill looked rather disappointed.
"Then we just come back to where we were," he complained. "Mark
killed his brother, and Cayley helped him to escape through the
passage; either in order to compromise him, or because there was
no other way out of it. And he helped him by telling a lie about
his brown suit."
Antony smiled at him in genuine amusement.
"Bad luck, Bill," he said sympathetically. "There's only one
murder, after all. I'm awfully sorry about it. It was my fault
for--"
"Shut up, you ass. You know I didn't mean that."
"Well, you seemed awfully disappointed."
Bill said nothing for a little, and then with a sudden laugh
confessed.
"It was so exciting yesterday," he said apologetically, "and we
seemed to be just getting there, and discovering the most
wonderful things, and now--"
"And now?"
"Well, it's so much more ordinary."
Antony gave a shout of laughter.
"Ordinary!" he cried. "Ordinary! Well, I'm dashed! Ordinary!
If only one thing would happen in an ordinary way, we might do
something, but everything is ridiculous." Bill brightened up
again.
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