... and here
was Antony saying that he was what? Well, not an ordinary man,
anyway. A man with a secret. Perhaps a murderer. No, not a
murderer; not Cayley. That was rot, anyway. Why, they had
played tennis together.
"Now then, Watson," said Antony suddenly. "It's time you said
something."
"I say, Tony, do you really mean it?"
"Mean what?"
"About Cayley."
"I mean what I said, Bill. No more."
"Well, what does it amount to?"
"Simply that Robert Ablett died in the office this afternoon, and
that Cayley knows exactly how he died. That's all. It doesn't
follow that Cayley killed him."
"No. No, of course it doesn't." Bill gave a sigh of relief.
"He's just shielding Mark, what?"
"I wonder."
"Well, isn't that the simplest explanation?"
"It's the simplest if you're a friend of Cayley and want to let
him down lightly. But then I'm not, you see."
"Why isn't it simple, anyhow?"
"Well, let's have the explanation then, and I'll undertake to
give you a simpler one afterwards. Go on. Only remember the key
is on the outside of the door to start with.
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