Perhaps none; perhaps
all. And I had forgotten to open the window!
"I don't know whether you will think my plan for killing Mark a
clever one. Perhaps not. But if I do deserve any praise in the
matter, I think I deserve it for the way I pulled myself together
in the face of the unexpected catastrophe of your arrival. Yes,
I got a window open, Mr. Gillingham, under your very nose; the
right window too, you were kind enough to say. And the keys
--yes, that was clever of you, but I think I was cleverer. I
deceived you over the keys, Mr. Gillingham, as I learnt when I
took the liberty of listening to a conversation on the
bowling-green between you and your friend Beverley. Where was I?
Ah, you must have a look for that secret passage, Mr. Gillingham.
"But what am I saying? Did I deceive you at all? You have found
out the secret--that Robert was Mark--and that is all that
matters. How have you found out? I shall never know now. Where
did I go wrong? Perhaps you have been deceiving me all the time.
Perhaps you knew about the keys, about the window, even about the
secret passage.
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