“I said he asked me,” Cecily corrected. “But I didn't say I would go. However, we were talking about it and walking down the passage together when Mr. Bechcombe called Tony back—‘I want to see you a minute, Tony,’ he said.”
“Well?” the inspector prompted as she paused.
“Tony did not want to go back,” the girl said slowly. “But I persuaded him. ‘I will wait for you in St. Philip's Field of Rest,’ I said. He ran back, promising not to keep me waiting for a minute.”
“Field of Rest,” the inspector repeated. “What is a Field of Rest?”
“At the back of St. Philip's Church—just over the way. It is the old graveyard really, you know,” Cecily explained. “But they have levelled the stones and put seats there, and it is a sort of quiet recreation ground. I often take sandwiches with me and eat them there.”
The inspector nodded. There were many such places in London he knew.
“And I suppose Mr. Anthony Collyer soon overtook you?”
“No. He didn't. He—I had to wait in the Field of Rest.”
“How long?”
“I don't really know,” Cecily said uncertainly. “Perhaps it wasn't very long. But it seemed a long time to me.”