But he thinks
that Robert is the murderer. If he is not hiding anything, he
must think so. Indeed he says so, when he sees the body; "I was
afraid it was Mark," he says, when he finds that it is Robert who
is killed. No reason, then, for wishing to gain time. On the
contrary, every instinct would urge him to get into the room as
quickly as possible, and seize the wicked Robert. Yet he goes
the longest way round. Why? And then, why run?
"That's the question," said Antony to himself, as he filled his
pipe, "and bless me if I know the answer. It may be, of course,
that Cayley is just a coward. He was in no hurry to get close to
Robert's revolver, and yet wanted me to think that he was
bursting with eagerness. That would explain it, but then that
makes Cayley out a coward. Is he? At any rate he pushed his
face up against the window bravely enough. No, I want a better
answer than that."
He sat there with his unlit pipe in his hand, thinking. There
were one or two other things in the back of his brain, waiting to
be taken out and looked at.
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