A body. A body in a suit of clothes. Well, perhaps
it would be safer to hide them separately. The body here, and
the clothes in the passage, where they would never betray
themselves. And now he takes a great deal of trouble to hide the
clothes here, and doesn't bother about the body at all." He
shook his head. "I'm a bit lost for the moment, Bill, and that's
the fact."
"Anything else there?"
Antony felt in the bag.
"Stones and--yes, there's something else." He took it out and
held it up. "There we are, Bill."
It was the office key.
"By Jove, you were right."
Antony felt in the bag again, and then turned it gently upside
down on the grass. A dozen large stones fell out--and something
else. He flashed down his torch.
"Another key," he said.
He put the two keys in his pocket, and sat there for a long time
in silence, thinking. Bill was silent, too, not liking to
interrupt his thoughts, but at last he said:
"Shall I put these things back?"
Antony looked up with a start.
"What? Oh, yes. No, I'll put them back.
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