"Good night."

"Good night," called Bill from half-way up the stairs. "Good
night, Tony."

"Good night."

Bill looked at his watch. Half-past eleven. Not much chance of
anything happening for another hour. He pulled open a drawer and
wondered what to wear on their expedition. Grey flannel
trousers, flannel shirt, and a dark coat; perhaps a sweater, as
they might be lying out in the copse for some time. And good
idea a towel. He would want it later on, and meanwhile he could
wear it round his waist.

Tennis-shoes .... There Everything was ready. Now then for the
dummy figure.

He looked at his watch again before getting into bed.
Twelve-fifteen. How long to wait before Cayley came up? He
turned out the light, and then, standing by the door in his
pyjamas, waited for his eyes to become accustomed to the new
darkness .... He could only just make out the bed in the corner
of the room. Cayley would want more light than that if he were
to satisfy himself from the door that the bed was occupied. He
pulled the curtains a little way back. That was about right. He
could have another look later on, when he had the dummy figure in
the bed.

How long would it be before Cayley came up? It wasn't that he