“It must have been uncomfortable this time,” he said, after examining it carefully. “It couldn’t very well be cleaner.” He dropped it back again. “Anyway, he did come in here sometimes?”
“Oh, yes, rather.”
“Yes, but what did Cayley come in for so secretly?”
“What did he want to shut the door for?” said Bill. “That’s what I don’t understand. You couldn’t have seen him, anyhow.”
“No. So it follows that I might have heard him. He was going to do something which he didn’t want me to hear.”
“By Jove, that’s it!” said Bill eagerly.
“Yes; but what?”
Bill frowned hopefully to himself, but no inspiration came.
“Well, let’s have some air, anyway,” he said at last, exhausted by the effort, and he went to the window, opened it, and looked out. Then, struck by an idea, he turned back to Antony and said, “Do you think I had better go up to the pond to make sure that they’re still at it? Because—”
He broke off suddenly at the sight of Antony’s face.