For he was taking himself seriously as
a detective; indeed, he took himself seriously (while getting all
the fun out of it which was possible) at every new profession he
adopted; and he felt that there might come a time after the
inquest, say when he could not decently remain at the Red House
as a guest, a friend of Bill's, enjoying the hospitality of Mark
or Cayley, whichever was to be regarded as his host, without
forfeiting his independent attitude towards the events of that
afternoon. At present he was staying in the house merely as a
necessary witness, and, since he was there, Cayley could not
object to him using his eyes; but if, after the inquest, it
appeared that there was still work for a pair of independent and
very keen eyes to do, then he must investigate, either with his
host's approval or from beneath the roof of some other host; the
landlord of 'The George,' for instance, who had no feelings in
the matter.
For of one thing Antony was certain. Cayley knew more than he
professed to know. That is to say, he knew more than he wanted
other people to know he knew.
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