"Quite, sir. In the general way I use the other stairs."
"Of course."
He had found his pipe and was about to go downstairs again when
she stopped him.
"I beg your pardon, sir, but will there be an inquest?"
"Oh, yes. To-morrow, I think."
"Shall I have to give my evidence, sir?"
"Of course. There's nothing to be frightened of."
"I did hear it, sir. Truly."
"Why, of course you did. Who says you didn't?"
"Some of the others, sir, Mrs. Stevens and all."
"Oh, that's just because they're jealous," said Antony with a
smile.
He was glad to have spoken to her, because he had recognized at
once the immense importance of her evidence. To the Inspector no
doubt it had seemed only of importance in that it had shown Mark
to have adopted something of a threatening attitude towards his
brother. To Antony it had much more significance. It was the
only trustworthy evidence that Mark had been in the office at all
that afternoon.
For who saw Mark go into the office? Only Cayley. And if Cayley
had been hiding the truth about the keys, why should he not be
hiding the truth about Mark's entry into the office? Obviously
all Cayley's evidence went for nothing.
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