Then when C began to come along
I said, 'Cayley, b'Jove'--bright, aren't I?--and I simply hared
to the other end of the passage for all I was worth. And hared
back again. Because I thought you might be getting rather
involved in explanations--about where I was, and so on."
"You didn't see Mark, then?"
"No. Nor his--No, I didn't see anything."
"Nor what?"
Antony was silent for a moment.
"I didn't see anything, Bill. Or rather, I did see something; I
saw a door in the wall, a cupboard. And it's locked. So if
there's anything we want to find, that's where it is."
"Could Mark be hiding there?"
"I called through the keyhole in a whisper 'Mark, are you there?'
he would have thought it was Cayley. There was no answer.
"Well, let's go down and try again. We might be able to get the
door open."
Antony shook his head.
"Aren't I going at all?" said Bill in great disappointment.
When Antony spoke, it was to ask another question:
"Can Cayley drive a car?"
"Yes, of course. Why?"
"Then he might easily drop the chauffeur at his lodge and go off
to Stanton, or wherever he wanted to, on his own?"
"I suppose so if he wanted to.
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