Antony pulled out the top garment and shook it out. It was a wet
brown flannel coat.

"Do you recognize it?" he asked.

"Mark's brown flannel suit."

"The one he is advertised as having run away in?"

"Yes. It looks like it. Of course he had a dashed lot of
clothes."

Antony put his hand in the breast-pocket and took out some
letters. He considered them doubtfully for a moment.

"I suppose I'd better read them," he said. "I mean, just to see
--" He looked inquiringly at Bill, who nodded. Antony turned on
his torch and glanced at them. Bill waited anxiously.

"Yes. Mark .... Hallo!"

"What is it?"

"The letter that Cayley was telling the Inspector about. From
Robert. 'Mark, your loving brother is coming to see you--' Yes,
I suppose I had better keep this. Well, that's his coat. Let's
have out the rest of it." He took the remaining clothes from the
bag and spread them out.