There's still plenty of moonlight, Bill. Is he going to walk
across the park in the moonlight, with all those windows staring
at him? Not if he can help it. But he can get out by the
bowling green, and then come to the pond without ever being in
sight of the house, at all."
"You're right. And that will just about give us time. Good.
Now, what's the next thing?"
"The next thing is to mark the exact place in the pond where he
drops whatever he drops."
"So that we can fish it out again."
"If we can see what it is, we shan't want to. The police can
have a go at it to-morrow. But if it's something we can't
identify from a distance, then we must try and get it out. To
see whether it's worth telling the police about."
"Y-yes," said Bill, wrinkling his forehead. "Of course, the
trouble with water is that one bit of it looks pretty much like
the next bit. I don't know if that had occurred to you.
"It had," smiled Antony. "Let's come and have a look at it."
They walked to the edge of the copse, and lay down there in
silence, looking at the pond beneath them.
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