"
"What about this afternoon when they're dragging the pond? He's
sure to be there."
Antony shook his head.
"There's something I must do this afternoon," he said. "Of
course we might have time for both."
"Has Cayley got to be out of the house for the other thing too?"
"Well, I think he ought to be."
"I say, is it anything rather exciting?"
"I don't know. It might be rather interesting. I daresay I
could do it at some other time, but I rather fancy it at three
o'clock, somehow. I've been specially keeping it back for then."
"I say, what fun! You do want me, don't you?"
"Of course I do. Only, Bill don't talk about things inside the
house, unless I begin. There's a good Watson."
"I won't. I swear I won't."
They had come to the pond--Mark's lake--and they walked silently
round it. When they had made the circle, Antony sat down on the
grass, and relit his pipe. Bill followed his example.
"Well, Mark isn't there," said Antony.
"No," said Bill. "At least, I don't quite see why you know he
isn't."
"It isn't 'knowing,' it's 'guessing,'" said Antony rapidly.
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