" He shrugged his shoulders. "We're in for it now."
"How far away is Middleston?" It was the town for which Antony
had taken a ticket that morning--only six hours ago. How absurd
it seemed.
"About twenty miles. These people will be coming back soon."
"Beverley, and the others?"
"Yes. I expect they'll want to go away at once."
"Much better that they should."
"Yes." Cayley was silent for a little. Then he said, "You're
staying near here?"
"I'm at 'The George,' at Waldheim."
"If you're by yourself, I wish you'd put up here. You see," he
went on awkwardly, "you'll have to be here--for the--the inquest
and--and so on. If I may offer you my cousin's hospitality in
his--I mean if he doesn't--if he really has--"
Antony broke in hastily with his thanks and acceptance.
"That's good. Perhaps Beverley will stay on, if he's a friend of
yours. He's a good fellow."
Antony felt quite sure, from what Cayley had said and had
hesitated to say, that Mark had been the last to see his brother
alive. It didn't follow that Mark Ablett was a murderer.
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