You've got jolly good
eyes, my boy, if you recognize the car at this distance after
only seeing it twice."
"Well, I have got jolly good eyes."
"I thought he was going to Stanton."
"He hoped you'd think so obviously."
"Then where is he going?"
"The library, probably. To consult our friend Ussher. After
making quite sure that his friends Beverley and Gillingham really
were going to Jallands, as they said."
Bill stopped suddenly in the middle of the path.
"I say, do you think so?"
Antony shrugged his shoulders.
"I shouldn't be surprised. We must be devilishly inconvenient
for him, hanging about the house. Any moment he can get, when
we're definitely somewhere else, must be very useful to him."
"Useful for what?"
"Well, useful for his nerves, if for nothing else. We know he's
mixed up in this business; we know he's hiding a secret or two.
Even if he doesn't suspect that we're on his tracks, he must feel
that at any moment we might stumble on something."
Bill gave a grunt of assent, and they went slowly on again.
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