Antony nodded.
Cayley murmured something, and knelt down to bathe the dead man's
face. Then he placed the handkerchief over it. A little sigh
escaped Antony, a sigh of relief.
They stood up and looked at each other.
"If I can be of any help to you," said Antony, "please let me."
"That's very kind of you. There will be things to do. Police,
doctors--I don't know. But you mustn't let me trespass on your
kindness. Indeed, I should apologise for having trespassed so
much already."
"I came to see Beverley. He is an old friend of mine."
"He's out playing golf. He will be back directly." Then, as if
he had only just realized it, "They will all be back directly."
"I will stay if I can be of any help."
"Please do. You see, there are women. It will be rather
painful. If you would--" He hesitated, and gave Antony a timid
little smile, pathetic in so big and self-reliant a man. "Just
your moral support, you know. It would be something."
"Of course." Antony smiled back at him, and said cheerfully,
"Well, then, I'll begin by suggesting that you should ring up the
police.
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