unmistakable to Antony as if he had heard it, Cayley turned away
and vanished again as quietly as he had come.

Antony gave him three minutes, and stepped out from the trees.
He waited there for Bill to join him.

"Six," whispered Bill.

Antony nodded.

"I'm going round to the front of the house. You get back to your
tree and watch, in case Cayley comes again. Your bedroom is the
left-hand end one, and Cayley's the end but one? Is that right?"

Bill nodded.

"Right. Wait in hiding till I come back. I don't know how long
I shall be, but don't be impatient. It will seem longer than it
is." He patted Bill on the shoulder, and with a smile and a nod
of the head he left him there.

What was in the bag? What could Cayley want to hide other than a
key or a revolver? Keys and revolvers sink of themselves; no
need to put them in a bag first. What was in the bag? Something
which wouldn't sink of itself; something which needed to be
helped with stones before it would hide itself safely in the mud.

Well, they would find that out. There was no object in worrying
about it now. Bill had a dirty night's work in front of him.
But where was the body which Antony had expected so confidently