"I should have thought he would have given himself more of a run
for his money. After all, he had a revolver. If he was
determined not to be taken alive, he could always have prevented
that. Couldn't he have caught a train to London before the
police knew anything about it?"
"He might just have managed it. There was a train. They would
have noticed him at Waldheim, of course, but he might have
managed it at Stanton. He's not so well-known there, naturally.
The inspector has been inquiring. Nobody seems to have seen
him."
"There are sure to be people who will say they did, later on.
There was never a missing man yet but a dozen people come forward
who swear to have seen him at a dozen different places at the
same time."
Cayley smiled.
"Yes. That's true. Anyhow, he wants to drag the pond first."
He added dryly, "From what I've read of detective stories,
inspectors always do want to drag the pond first."
"Is it deep?"
"Quite deep enough," said Cayley as he got up. On his way to the
door he stopped, and looked at Antony.
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