and then we can both pull."

"Good man." He paddled to the side, took one end of the string
and paddled back again. "Now then."

Two minutes later the bag was safely in the boat. Bill clambered
in after it, and Antony rowed back. "Well done, Watson," he said
quietly, as they landed. He fetched their two coats, and then
waited, the bag in his hand, while Bill dried and dressed
himself. As soon as the latter was ready, he took his arm and
led him into the copse. He put the bag down and felt in his
pockets.

"I shall light a pipe before I open it," he said. "What about
you?"

"Yes."

With great care they filled and lit their pipes. Bill's hand was
a little unsteady. Antony noticed it and gave him a reassuring
smile.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

They sat down, and taking the bag between his knees, Antony
pressed the catch and opened it.

"Clothes!" said Bill.