However, the answer is that
Cayley didn't, either."
"Then who on earth--"
"Have some more beer," said Antony with a smile. And Bill had to
be content with that.
They were early to bed that evening, for both of them were tired.
Bill slept loudly and defiantly, but Antony lay awake, wondering.
What was happening at the Red House now? Perhaps he would hear
in the morning; perhaps he would get a letter. He went over the
whole story again from the beginning--was there any possibility
of a mistake? What would the police do? Would they ever find
out? Ought he to have told them? Well, let them find out; it
was their job. Surely he couldn't have made a mistake this time.
No good wondering now; he would know definitely in the morning.
In the morning there was a letter for him.
CHAPTER XXI
Cayley's Apology
"My Dear Mr. Gillingham,
"I gather from your letter that you have made certain discoveries
which you may feel it your duty to communicate to the police, and
that in this case my arrest on a charge of murder would
inevitably follow.
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