Because Cayley's got it."
"Are you sure?"
"Quite."
Bill looked at him wonderingly.
"I say," he said, almost pleadingly, "don't tell me that you can
see into people's pockets and all that sort of thing as well."
Antony laughed and denied it cheerfully.
"Then how do you know?"
"You're the perfect Watson, Bill. You take to it quite
naturally. Properly speaking, I oughtn't to explain till the last
chapter, but I always think that that's so unfair. So here goes.
Of course, I don't really know that he's got it, but I do know
that he had it. I know that when I came on him this afternoon,
he had just locked the door and put the key in his pocket."
"You mean you saw him at the time, but that you've only just
remembered it--reconstructed it in the way you were explaining
just now?"
"No. I didn't see him. But I did see something. I saw the key
of the billiard-room."
"Where?
"Outside the billiard-room door."
"Outside? But it was inside when we looked just now."
"Exactly."
"Who put it there?"
"Obviously Cayley.
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