"I'm so sorry that we're
keeping you here like this, but it will only be until to-morrow.
The inquest is to-morrow afternoon. Do amuse yourself how you
like till then. Beverley will look after you."
"Thanks very much. I shall really be quite all right."
Antony went on with his breakfast. Perhaps it was true that
inspectors liked dragging ponds, but the question was, Did
Cayleys like having them dragged? Was Cayley anxious about it,
or quite indifferent? He certainly did not seem to be anxious,
but he could hide his feelings very easily beneath that heavy,
solid face, and it was not often that the real Cayley peeped out.
Just a little too eager once or twice, perhaps, but there was
nothing to be learnt from it this morning. Perhaps he knew that
the pond had no secrets to give up. After all, inspectors were
always dragging ponds.
Bill came in noisily.
Bill's face was an open book. Excitement was written all over
it.
"Well," he said eagerly, as he sat down to the business of the
meal, "what are we going to do this morning?"
"Not talk so loudly, for one thing," said Antony.
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