“I love being Sherlocky,” he said. “It’s very unfair of you not to play up to me.”
“Why is that fence useful, my dear Holmes?” said Bill obediently.
“Because you can take a bearing on it. You see—”
“Yes, you needn’t stop to explain to me what a bearing is.”
“I wasn’t going to. But you’re lying here”—he looked up—“underneath this pine-tree. Cayley comes out in the old boat and drops his parcel in. You take a line from here on to the boat, and mark it off on the fence there. Say it’s the fifth post from the end. Well, then I take a line from my tree—we’ll find one for me directly—and it comes on to the twentieth post, say. And where the two lines meet, there shall the eagles be gathered together. Q.E.D. And there, I almost forgot to remark, will the taller eagle, Beverley by name, do his famous diving act. As performed nightly at the Hippodrome.”
Bill looked at him uneasily.
“I say, really? It’s beastly dirty water, you know.”
“I’m afraid so, Bill. So it is written in the book of Jasher.”
“Of course I knew that one of us would have to, but I hoped—oh, well, it’s a warm night.”
“Just the night for a bathe,” agreed Antony, getting up. “Well now, let’s have a look for my tree.”