"He'll obviously come to us just before he starts out,
and that doesn't give us time to get to the pond in front of
him."
"Let's put ourselves in his place," said Antony, puffing slowly
at his pipe. "He's got the body, or whatever it is, in the
passage. He won't come up the stairs, carrying it in his arms,
and look in at our doors to see if we're awake. He'll have to
make sure about us first, and then go down for the body
afterwards. So that gives us a little time."
"Y-yes," said Bill doubtfully. "We might just do it, but it'll
be a bit of a rush."
"But wait. When he's gone down to the passage and got the body,
what will he do next?"
"Come out again," said Bill helpfully.
"Yes; but which end?"
Bill sat up with a start.
"By Jove, you mean that he will go out at the far end by the
bowling-green?"
"Don't you think so? Just imagine him walking across the lawn in
full view of the house, at midnight, with a body in his arms.
Think of the awful feeling he would have in the back of the neck,
wondering if anybody, any restless sleeper, had chosen just that
moment to wander to the window and look out into the night.
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