Somebody else may have gone in--"
"Yes, yes," said Antony patiently, as if to a little child. "You
know your cousin; I don't. Let's agree that he had nothing to do
with it. But somebody was in the room when this man was shot,
and--well, the police will have to know. Don't you think--" He
looked at the telephone. "Or would you rather I did it?"
Cayley shrugged his shoulders and went to the telephone.
"May I--er--look round a bit?" Antony nodded towards the open
door.
"Oh, do. Yes." He sat down and drew the telephone towards him.
"You must make allowances for me, Mr. Gillingham. You see, I've
known Mark for a very long time. But, of course, you're quite
right, and I'm merely being stupid." He took off the receiver.
Let us suppose that, for the purpose of making a first
acquaintance with this "office," we are coming into it from the
hall, through the door which is now locked, but which, for our
special convenience, has been magically unlocked for us. As we
stand just inside the door, the length of the room runs right and
left; or, more accurately, to the right only, for the left-hand
wall is almost within our reach.
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