"She couldn't have been hiding in the ditch? Do you call it the
moat, by the way?"
"Mark does. We don't among ourselves. No, she couldn't. Betty
and I were here before the others, and walked round a bit. We
should have seen her."
"Then she must have been hiding in the shed. Or do you call it
the summer-house?"
"We had to go there for the bowls, of course. She couldn't have
been there."
"Oh!"
"It's dashed funny," said Bill, after an interval for thought.
"But it doesn't matter, does it? It has nothing to do with
Robert."
"Hasn't it?"
"I say, has it?" said Bill, getting excited again.
"I don't know. We don't know what has, or what hasn't. But it
has got something to do with Miss Norris. And Miss Norris--" He
broke off suddenly.
"What about her?"
"Well, you're all in it in a kind of way. And if something
unaccountable happens to one of you a day or two before something
unaccountable happens to the whole house, one is well,
interested." It was a good enough reason, but it wasn't the
reason he had been on the point of giving.
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