“I wonder if you’d do something for me,” he said, looking at him with some doubt.
“What sort of thing?”
“Well, it’s really dashed important. It’s just the one thing I want now.”
Bill was suddenly enthusiastic again.
“I say, have you really found it all out?”
Antony nodded.
“At least, I’m very nearly there, Bill. There’s just this one thing I want now. It means your going back to Stanton. Well, we haven’t come far; it won’t take you long. Do you mind?”
“My dear Holmes, I am at your service.”
Antony gave him a smile and was silent for a little, thinking.
“Is there another inn at Stanton—fairly close to the station?”