Oh,
yes! he knew the house, whoever it was, and he was quite right
to come out of this window. He'd be into the shrubbery at once."
Cayley looked at him thoughtfully.
"It seems to me, Mr. Gillingham, that you know the house pretty
well, considering that this is the first time you've been to it."
Antony laughed.
"Oh, well, I notice things, you know. I was born noticing. But
I'm right, aren't I, about why he went out this way?"
"Yes, I think you are." Cayley looked away--towards the
shrubbery. "Do you want to go noticing in there now?" He nodded
at it.
"I think we might leave that to the police," said Antony gently.
"It's--well, there's no hurry."
Cayley gave a little sigh, as if he had been holding his breath
for the answer, and could now breathe again.
"Thank you, Mr. Gillingham," he said.
CHAPTER IV
The Brother from Australia
Guests at the Red House were allowed to do what they liked within
reason--the reasonableness or otherwise of it being decided by
Mark. But when once they (or Mark) had made up their minds as to
what they wanted to do, the plan had to be kept.
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