" He hesitated, and then said, "Is he dead? I suppose he
is. Will you--do you know anything about--about that sort of
thing? Perhaps I'd better get some water."
There was another door opposite to the locked one, which led, as
Antony was to discover for himself directly, into a passage from
which opened two more rooms. Cayley stepped into the passage,
and opened the door on the right. The door from the office,
through which he had gone, remained open. The door, at the end
of the short passage was shut. Antony, kneeling by the body,
followed Cayley with his eyes, and, after he had disappeared,
kept his eyes on the blank wall of the passage, but he was not
conscious of that at which he was looking, for his mind was with
the other man, sympathizing with him.
"Not that water is any use to a dead body," he said to himself,
"but the feeling that you're doing something, when there's
obviously nothing to be done, is a great comfort."
Cayley came into the room again. He had a sponge in one hand, a
handkerchief in the other. He looked at Antony.
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