Possibly,
too, Cayley put him on to it; Cayley obviously wanted as many
people as possible to know about Robert."
"Are you going to tell the police?"
"Yes, I suppose they'll have to know. Cayley may have left
another confession. I hope he won't give me away; you see, I've
been a sort of accessory since yesterday evening. And I must go
and see Miss Norbury."
"I asked," explained Bill, "because I was wondering what I should
say to--to Betty. Miss Calladine. You see, she's bound to ask."
"Perhaps you won't see her again for a long, long time," said
Antony sadly.
"As a matter of fact, I happen to know that she will be at the
Barringtons. And I go up there to-morrow."
"Well, you had better tell her. You're obviously longing to.
Only don't let her say anything for a day or two. I'll write to
you."
"Righto!"
Antony knocked the ashes out of his pipe and got up.
"The Barringtons," he said. "Large party?"
"Fairly, I think."
Antony smiled at his friend.
"Yes. Well, if any of 'em should happen to be murdered, you
might send for me.
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