"Exciting? Good Lord, I should think it was."
"Tell me about it."
As modestly as possible, Mr. Beverley explained his qualifications for a life on the stage.
"Good man," said Antony at the end of it. "You are the most perfect Watson that ever lived. Bill, my lad," he went on dramatically, rising and taking Bill"s hand in both of his, "There is nothing that you and I could not accomplish together, if we gave our minds to it."
"Silly old a.s.s."
"That"s what you always say when I"m being serious. Well, anyway, thanks awfully. You really saved us this time."
"Were you coming back?"
"Yes. At least I think I was. I was just wondering when I heard you tapping. The fact of the door being shut was rather surprising. Of course the whole idea was to see if it could be opened easily from the other side, but I felt somehow that you wouldn"t shut it until the last possible moment-until you saw me coming back. Well, then I heard the taps, and I knew it must mean something, so I sat tight. Then when C began to come along I said, "Cayley, b"Jove"-bright, aren"t I?-and I simply hared to the other end of the pa.s.sage for all I was worth. And hared back again. Because I thought you might be getting rather involved in explanations-about where I was, and so on."
"You didn"t see Mark, then?"
"No. Nor his-No, I didn"t see anything."
"Nor what?"
Antony was silent for a moment.
"I didn"t see anything, Bill. Or rather, I did see something; I saw a door in the wall, a cupboard. And it"s locked. So if there"s anything we want to find, that"s where it is."
"Could Mark be hiding there?"
"I called through the keyhole in a whisper "Mark, are you there?" he would have thought it was Cayley. There was no answer.
"Well, let"s go down and try again. We might be able to get the door open."
Antony shook his head.
"Aren"t I going at all?" said Bill in great disappointment.
When Antony spoke, it was to ask another question:
"Can Cayley drive a car?"
"Yes, of course. Why?"
"Then he might easily drop the chauffeur at his lodge and go off to Stanton, or wherever he wanted to, on his own?"
"I suppose so if he wanted to."
"Yes." Antony got up. "Well, look here, as we said we were going into the village, and as we promised to leave that letter, I almost think we"d better do it."
"Oh!.... Oh, very well."
"Jallands. What were you telling me about that? Oh, yes; the Widow Norbury."
"That"s right. Cayley used to be rather keen on the daughter. The letter"s for her."
"Yes; well, let"s take it. Just to be on the safe side."
"Am I going to be done out of that secret pa.s.sage altogether?" asked Bill fretfully.
"There"s nothing to see, really, I promise you."
"You"re very mysterious. What"s upset you? You did see something down there, I"m certain of it."
"I did and I"ve told you about it."
"No, you haven"t. You only told me about the door in the wall."
"That"s it, Bill. And it"s locked. And I"m frightened of what"s behind it."
"But then we shall never know what"s there if we aren"t going to look."
"We shall know to-night," said Antony, taking Bill"s arm and leading him to the hall, "when we watch our dear friend Cayley dropping it into the pond."
CHAPTER XV. Mrs. Norbury Confides in Dear Mr. Gillingham
They left the road, and took the path across the fields which sloped gently downwards towards Jallands. Antony was silent, and since it is difficult to keep up a conversation with a silent man for any length of time, Bill had dropped into silence too. Or rather, he hummed to himself, hit at thistles in the gra.s.s with his stick and made uncomfortable noises with his pipe. But he noticed that his companion kept looking back over his shoulder, almost as if he wanted to remember for a future occasion the way by which they were coming. Yet there was no difficulty about it, for they remained all the time in view of the road, and the belt of trees above the long park wall which bordered its further side stood out clearly against the sky.
Antony, who had just looked round again, turned back with a smile.
"What"s the joke?" said Bill, glad of the more social atmosphere.
"Cayley. Didn"t you see?"
"See what?"
"The car. Going past on the road there."
"So that"s what you were looking for. You"ve got jolly good eyes, my boy, if you recognize the car at this distance after only seeing it twice."
"Well, I have got jolly good eyes."
"I thought he was going to Stanton."
"He hoped you"d think so obviously."
"Then where is he going?"