He'd sized
Mark up, of course his vanity, his self-importance, his
amateurishness and all the rest of it but he liked looking after
him. And he knew how to manage him."
"Yes .... What sort of terms was he on with the guests--you and
Miss Norris and all of them?"
"Just polite and rather silent, you know. Keeping himself to
himself. We didn't see so very much of him, except at meals. We
were here to enjoy ourselves, and well, he wasn't."
"He wasn't there when the ghost walked?"
"No. I heard Mark calling for him when he went back to the
house. I expect Cayley stroked down his feathers a bit, and told
him that girls will be girls ....--Hallo, here we are."
They went into the inn, and while Bill made himself pleasant to
the landlady, Antony went upstairs to his room. It appeared that
he had not very much packing to do, after all. He returned his
brushes to his bag, glanced sound to see that nothing else had
been taken out, and went down again to settle his bill. He had
decided to keep on his room for a few days; partly to save the
landlord and his wife the disappointment of losing a guest so
suddenly, partly in case he found it undesirable later on to
remain at the Red House.
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