"No; that's the beauty of it to some people. And that's why it's
so cheap, and why the Norburys can afford it, I expect. They're
not too well off."
"But what about luggage and tradesmen and that kind of thing?"
"Oh, there's a cart-track, but motor-cars can't come any nearer
than the road" he turned round and pointed "up there. So the
week-end millionaire people don't take it. At least, they'd have
to build a road and a garage and all the rest of it, if they
did."
"I see," said Antony carelessly, and they turned round and
continued their walk up to the road. But later on he remembered
this casual conversation at the gate, and saw the importance of
it.
CHAPTER XVI
Getting Ready for the Night
What was it which Cayley was going to hide in that pond that
night? Antony thought that he knew now. It was Mark's body.
From the beginning he had seen this answer coming and had drawn
back from it. For, if Mark had been killed, it seemed such a
cold-blooded killing. Was Cayley equal to it? Bill would have
said "No," but that was because he had had breakfast with Cayley,
and lunch with him, and dinner with him; had ragged him and
played games with him.
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