His one idea was to escape. He locked the door almost
instinctively, and then, when he heard me hammering at it, went
out of the window."
"Y-yes. Well, that sounds reasonable enough. What do you say,
Mr. Gillingham?"
"I should hardly call it 'reasonable' to lose your head," said
Antony, getting up from his chair and coming towards them.
"Well, you know what I mean. It explains things."
"Oh, yes. Any other explanation would make them much more
complicated."
"Have you any other explanation?"
"Not I."
"Are there any points on which you would like to correct Mr.
Cayley?--anything that he left out after you arrived here?"
"No, thanks. He described it all very accurately."
"Ah! Well now, about yourself. You're not staying in the house,
I gather?"
Antony explained his previous movements.
"Yes. Did you hear the shot?"
Antony put his head on one side, as if listening. "Yes. Just as
I came in sight of the house. It didn't make any impression at
the time, but I remember it now."
"Where were you then?"
"Coming up the drive.
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