"I doubt it .... You didn't turn up your light when you
dressed?"

"Good Lord, no. Did you want me to?"

Antony laughed again and took him by the arm.

"You're a splendid conspirator, Bill. You and I could take on
anything together."

The pond was waiting for them, more solemn in the moonlight. The
trees which crowned the sloping bank on the far side of it were
mysteriously silent. It seemed that they had the world very much
to themselves.

Almost unconsciously Antony spoke in a whisper.

"There's your tree, there's mine. As long as you don't move,
there's no chance of his seeing you. After he's gone, don't come
out till I do. He won't be here for a quarter of an hour or so,
so don't be impatient."

"Righto," whispered Bill.

Antony gave him a nod and a smile, and they walked off to their
posts.

The minutes went by slowly. To Antony, lying hidden in the
undergrowth at the foot of his tree, a new problem was presenting