She was now admitting that dear Angela was not to be
rushed, that dear Angela had, indeed, no heart for the match at
all.
"The day before yesterday. As it happened, dear Angela was out.
Not that it mattered. He was driving to Middleston. He hardly
had time for a cup of tea, so that even if she had been in--"
Antony nodded absently. This was something new. Why did Mark go
to Middleston the day before yesterday? But, after all, why
shouldn't he? A hundred reasons unconnected with the death of
Robert might have taken him there.
He got up to go. He wanted to be alone--alone, at least, with
Bill. Mrs. Norbury had given him many things to think over, but
the great outstanding fact which had emerged was this: that
Cayley had reason to hate Mark,--Mrs. Norbury had given him that
reason. To hate? Well, to be jealous, anyhow. But that was
enough.
"You see," he said to Bill, as they walked back, "we know that
Cayley is perjuring himself and risking himself over this
business, and that must be for one of two reasons. Either to
save Mark or to endanger him.
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