"I was a fool
to bet with Tony," he added. "He always knows that sort of
thing."
So far, so good. But here was Cayley still in the library, and
there was Antony, all unsuspecting, in the passage. When Antony
came back he would not be surprised to find the door closed,
because the whole object of his going had been to see if he could
open it easily from the inside. At any moment, then, the
bookshelf might swing back and show Antony's head in the gap. A
nice surprise for Cayley!
"Come with us?" he said casually, as he struck a match. He
pulled vigorously at the flame as he waited for the answer,
hoping to hide his anxiety, for if Cayley assented, he was done.
"I've got to go into Stanton."
Bill blew out a great cloud of smoke with an expiration which
covered also a heartfelt sigh of relief.
"Oh, a pity. You're driving, I suppose?"
"Yes. The car will be here directly. There's a letter I must
write first." He sat down at a writing table, and took out a
sheet of notepaper.
He was facing the secret door; if it opened he would see it.
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