"Let's look at it from Cayley's point of view," said Antony. "He
may not know that we're on his track, but he can't help being
suspicious of us. He's bound to be suspicious of everybody in
the house, and more particularly of us, because we're presumably
more intelligent than the others."
He stopped for a moment to light his pipe, and Bill took the
opportunity of looking more intelligent than Mrs. Stevens.
"Now, he has got something to hide to-night, and he's going to
take good care that we aren't watching him. Well, what will he
do?"
"See that we are asleep first, before he starts out."
"Yes. Come and tuck us up, and see that we're nice and
comfortable."
"Yes, that's awkward," said Bill. "But we could lock our doors,
and then he wouldn't know that we weren't there."
"Have you ever locked your door?"
"Never."
"No. And you can bet that Cayley knows that. Anyway, he'd bang
on it, and you wouldn't answer, and then what would he think?"
Bill was silent; crushed.
"Then I don't see how we're going to do it," he said, after deep
thought.
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