"
Antony laughed.
"Good Lord, of course it is," he said. "And to-night we shall
know if it's a good guess or a bad one."
Bill brightened up suddenly.
"To-night," he said. "I say, to-night's going to be rather fun.
How do we work it?"
Antony was silent for a little.
"Of course," he said at last, "we ought to inform the police, so
that they can come here and watch the pond to-night."
"Of course," grinned Bill.
"But I think that perhaps it is a little early to put our
theories before them."
"I think perhaps it is," said Bill solemnly.
Antony looked up at him with a sudden smile.
"Bill, you old bounder."
"Well, dash it, it's our show. I don't see why we shouldn't get
our little bit of fun out of it."
"Neither do I. All right, then, we'll do without the police
to-night."
"We shall miss them," said Bill sadly, "but 'tis better so."
There were two problems in front of them: first, the problem of
getting out of the house without being discovered by Cayley, and
secondly, the problem of recovering whatever it was which Cayley
dropped into the pond that night.
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