Well, then he was afraid that
the police might examine Mark's clothes and find the brown suit
still there, so he hid it, and then dropped it in the pond
afterwards."
He turned eagerly to his friend, but Antony said nothing. Bill
began to speak again, and was promptly waved into silence.
"Don't say anything more, old boy; you've given me quite enough
to think about. Don't let's bother about it to-night. We'll
just have a look at this cupboard and then get to bed."
But the cupboard had not much to tell them that night. It was
empty save for a few old bottles.
"Well, that's that," said Bill.
But Antony, on his knees with the torch in his hand, continued to
search for something.
"What are you looking for?" asked Bill at last.
"Something that isn't there," said Antony, getting up and dusting
his trousers. And he locked the door again.
CHAPTER XVIII
Guess-work
The inquest was at three o'clock; thereafter Antony could have no
claim on the hospitality of the Red House. By ten o'clock his
bag was packed, and waiting to be taken to 'the George.
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