"
"Yes." Antony got up. "Well, look here, as we said we were
going into the village, and as we promised to leave that letter,
I almost think we'd better do it."
"Oh! .... Oh, very well."
"Jallands. What were you telling me about that? Oh, yes; the
Widow Norbury."
"That's right. Cayley used to be rather keen on the daughter.
The letter's for her."
"Yes; well, let's take it. Just to be on the safe side."
"Am I going to be done out of that secret passage altogether?"
asked Bill fretfully.
"There's nothing to see, really, I promise you."
"You're very mysterious. What's upset you? You did see
something down there, I'm certain of it."
"I did and I've told you about it."
"No, you haven't. You only told me about the door in the wall."
"That's it, Bill. And it's locked. And I'm frightened of what's
behind it."
"But then we shall never know what's there if we aren't going to
look."
"We shall know to-night," said Antony, taking Bill's arm and
leading him to the hall, "when we watch our dear friend Cayley
dropping it into the pond.
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