For a casual glance the room was just about light
enough. Then very quietly, very slowly he opened the door. All
was still. There was no light from beneath the door of Cayley's
room. Very quietly, very carefully he crept along the passage to
Antony's room. He opened the door and went in.
Antony was still in bed. Bill walked across to wake him up, and
then stopped rigid, and his heart thumped against his ribs.
There was somebody else in the room.
"All right, Bill," said a whispering voice, and Antony stepped
out from the curtains.
Bill gazed at him without saying anything.
"Rather good, isn't it?" said Antony, coming closer and pointing
to the bed. "Come on; the sooner we get out now, the better."
He led the way out of the window, the silent Bill following him.
They reached the ground safely and noiselessly, went quickly
across the lawn and so, over the fence, into the park. It was
not until they were out of sight of the house that Bill felt it
safe to speak.
"I quite thought it was you in bed," he said.
"I hoped you would.
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