"
"Who?"
Without answering, Antony led the way back to the garden-seat on
which they had been sitting. He sat there with his head in his
hands.
"Oh, I hope they find something," he murmured. "Oh, I hope they
do."
"In the pond?"
"Yes."
"But what?"
"Anything, Bill; anything."
Bill was annoyed. "I say, Tony, this won't do. You really
mustn't be so damn mysterious. What's happened to you suddenly?"
Antony looked up at him in surprise.
"Didn't you hear what he said?"
"What, particularly?"
"That it was Cayley's idea to drag the pond."
"Oh! Oh, I say!" Bill was rather excited again. "You mean that
he's hidden something there? Some false clue which he wants the
police to find?"
"I hope so," said Antony earnestly, "but I'm afraid--" He
stopped short.
"Afraid of what?"
"Afraid that he hasn't hidden anything there. Afraid that--"
"Well?"
"What's the safest place in which to hide anything very
important?"
"Somewhere where nobody will look."
"There's a better place than that."
"What?"
"Somewhere where everybody has already looked.
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