“Yes. She was middlin’. Middlin’ tall, middlin’ age, middlin’ colour, and so on. Doesn’t help much, does it? But still—a woman. Does that upset your theory?”
Antony shook his head.
“No, Bill, not at all,” he said.
“You knew all the time? At least, you guessed?”
“Wait till to-morrow. I’ll tell you everything to-morrow.”
“To-morrow!” said Bill in great disappointment.
“Well, I’ll tell you one thing to-night, if you’ll promise not to ask any more questions. But you probably know it already.”
“What is it?”
“Only that Mark Ablett did not kill his brother.”
“And Cayley did?”