He wanted to think. There seemed to be
no doubt now that Cayley was a villain. Bill had never been
familiar with a villain before. It didn't seem quite fair of
Cayley, somehow; he was taking rather a mean advantage of his
friends. Lot of funny people there were in the world funny
people with secrets. Look at Tony, that first time he had met
him in a tobacconist's shop. Anybody would have thought he was a
tobacconist's assistant. And Cayley. Anybody would have thought
that Cayley was an ordinary decent sort of person. And Mark.
Dash it! one could never be sure of anybody. Now, Robert was
different. Everybody had always said that Robert was a shady
fellow.
But what on earth had Miss Norris got to do with it? What had
Miss Norris got to do with it? This was a question which Antony
had already asked himself that afternoon, and it seemed to him
now that he had found the answer. As he lay in bed that night he
reassembled his ideas, and looked at them in the new light which
the events of the evening threw upon the dark corners in his
brain.
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