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Bill, coming upstairs after a more prolonged breakfast, this
early morning bustle was a little surprising.
"What's the hurry?" he asked.
"None. But we don't want to come back here after the inquest.
Get your packing over now and then we can have the morning to
ourselves."
"Righto." He turned to go to his room, and then came back again.
"I say, are we going to tell Cayley that we're staying at 'the
George'?"
"You're not staying at 'the George,' Bill. Not officially.
You're going back to London."
"Oh!"
"Yes. Ask Cayley to have your luggage sent in to Stanton, ready
for you when you catch a train there after the inquest. You can
tell him that you've got to see the Bishop of London at once.
The fact that you are hurrying back to London to be confirmed
will make it seem more natural that I should resume my
interrupted solitude at 'the George' as soon as you have gone."
"Then where do I sleep to-night?"
"Officially, I suppose, in Fulham Place; unofficially, I suspect,
in my bed, unless they've got another spare room at 'the George.
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