Bill was silent, wondering how to put into words thoughts which had never formed themselves very definitely in his own mind. What did he think of Mark? Seeing his hesitation, Antony said:
"I ought to have warned you that nothing that you say will be taken down by the reporters, so you needn"t bother about a split infinitive or two. Talk about anything you like, how you like. Well, I"ll give you a start. Which do you enjoy more a week-end here or at the Barrington"s, say?"
"Well; of course, that would depend-"
"Take it that she was there in both cases."
"a.s.s," said Bill, putting an elbow into Antony"s ribs. "It"s a little difficult to say," he went on. "Of course they do you awfully well here."
"Yes."
"I don"t think I know any house where things are so comfortable. One"s room-the food-drinks-cigars-the way everything"s arranged: All that sort of thing. They look after you awfully well."
"Yes?"
"Yes." He repeated it slowly to himself, as if it had given him a new idea: "They look after you awfully well. Well, that"s just what it is about Mark. That"s one of his little ways. Weaknesses. Looking after you."
"Arranging things for you?"
"Yes. Of course, it"s a delightful house, and there"s plenty to do, and opportunities for every game or sport that"s ever been invented, and, as I say, one gets awfully well done; but with it all, Tony, there"s a faint sort of feeling that well, that one is on parade, as it were. You"ve got to do as you"re told."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, Mark fancies himself rather at arranging things. He arranges things, and it"s understood that the guests fall in with the arrangement. For instance, Betty-Miss Calladine-and I were going to play a single just before tea, the other day. Tennis. She"s frightfully hot stuff at tennis, and backed herself to take me on level. I"m rather erratic, you know. Mark saw us going out with our rackets and asked us what we were going to do. Well, he"d got up a little tournament for us after tea-handicaps all arranged by him, and everything ruled out neatly in red and black ink-prizes and all-quite decent ones, you know. He"d had the lawn specially cut and marked for it. Well, of course Betty and I wouldn"t have spoilt the court, and we"d have been quite ready to play again after tea-I had to give her half-fifteen according to his handicap-but somehow-" Bill stopped and shrugged his shoulders.
"It didn"t quite fit in?"
"No. It spoilt the effect of his tournament. Took the edge off it just a little, I suppose he felt. So we didn"t play." He laughed, and added, "It would have been as much as our place was worth to have played."
"Do you mean you wouldn"t have been asked here again?"
"Probably. Well, I don"t know. Not for some time, anyway."
"Really, Bill?"
"Oh, rather! He"s a devil for taking offence. That Miss Norris, did you see her? She"s done for herself. I don"t mind betting what you like that she never comes here again."
"Why?"
Bill laughed to himself.
"We were all in it, really-at least, Betty and I were. There"s supposed to be a ghost attached to the house. Lady Anne Patten. Ever heard of her?"
"Never."
"Mark told us about her at dinner one night. He rather liked the idea of there being a ghost in his house, you know; except that he doesn"t believe in ghosts. I think he wanted all of us to believe in her, and yet he was annoyed with Betty and Mrs. Calladine for believing in ghosts at all. Rum chap. Well, anyhow, Miss Norris-she"s an actress, some actress too-dressed up as the ghost and played the fool a bit. And poor Mark was frightened out of his life. Just for a moment, you know."
"What about the others?"
"Well, Betty and I knew; in fact, I"d told her-Miss Norris I mean-not to be a silly a.s.s. Knowing Mark. Mrs. Calladine wasn"t there-Betty wouldn"t let her be. As for the Major, I don"t believe anything would frighten him."
"Where did the ghost appear?"
"Down by the bowling-green. That"s supposed to be its haunt, you know. We were all down there in the moonlight, pretending to wait for it. Do you know the bowling-green?"
"No."
"I"ll show it to you after dinner."
"I wish you would.... Was Mark very angry afterwards?"
"Oh, Lord, yes. Sulked for a whole day. Well, he"s just like that."
"Was he angry with all of you?"
"Oh, yes sulky, you know."
"This morning?"
"Oh, no. He got over it he generally does. He"s just like a child. That"s really it, Tony; he"s like a child in some ways. As a matter of fact, he was unusually bucked with himself this morning. And yesterday."
"Yesterday?"
"Rather. We all said we"d never seen him in such form."
"Is he generally in form?"
"He"s quite good company, you know, if you take him the right way. He"s rather vain and childish well, like I"ve been telling you and self-important; but quite amusing in his way, and-" Bill broke off suddenly. "I say, you know, it really is the limit, talking about your host like this."
"Don"t think of him as your host. Think of him as a suspected murderer with a warrant out against him."
"Oh! but that"s all rot, you know."
"It"s the fact, Bill."
"Yes, but I mean, he didn"t do it. He wouldn"t murder anybody. It"s a funny thing to say, but well, he"s not big enough for it. He"s got his faults, like all of us, but they aren"t on that scale."
"One can kill anybody in a childish fit of temper."
Bill grunted a.s.sent, but without prejudice to Mark. "All the same," he said, "I can"t believe it. That he would do it deliberately, I mean."
"Suppose it was an accident, as Cayley says, would he lose his head and run away?"
Bill considered for a moment.
"Yes, I really think he might, you know. He nearly ran away when he saw the ghost. Of course, that"s different, rather."
"Oh, I don"t know. In each case it"s a question of obeying your instinct instead of your reason."