Do just as
you like about dressing, of course. And what about your
luggage?"
"I thought Bill and I would walk over to the inn directly, and
see about it."
"The car can go and fetch it as soon as it comes back from the
station."
"It's very good of you, but I shall have to go over myself,
anyhow, to pack up and pay my bill. Besides, it's a good evening
for a walk. If you wouldn't mind it, Bill?"
"I should love it."
"Well, then, if you leave the bag there, I'll send the car round
for it later."
"Thanks very much."
Having said what he wanted to say, Cayley remained there a little
awkwardly, as if not sure whether to go or to stay. Antony
wondered whether he wanted to talk about the afternoon's
happenings, or whether it was the one subject he wished to avoid.
To break the silence he asked carelessly if the Inspector had
gone.
Cayley nodded. Then he said abruptly, "He's getting a warrant
for Mark's arrest."
Bill made a suitably sympathetic noise, and Antony said with a
shrug of the shoulders, "Well, he was bound to do that, wasn't
he? It doesn't follow that--well, it doesn't mean anything.
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