"They're all here," said Bill. "Shirt, tie, socks, underclothes,
shoes--yes, all of them."

"All that he was wearing yesterday?"

"Yes."

"What do you make of it?"

Bill shook his head, and asked another question.

"Is it what you expected?"

Antony laughed suddenly.

"It's too absurd," he said. "I expected--well, you know what I
expected. A body. A body in a suit of clothes. Well, perhaps
it would be safer to hide them separately. The body here, and
the clothes in the passage, where they would never betray
themselves. And now he takes a great deal of trouble to hide the
clothes here, and doesn't bother about the body at all." He
shook his head. "I'm a bit lost for the moment, Bill, and that's
the fact."

"Anything else there?"

Antony felt in the bag.

"Stones and--yes, there's something else." He took it out and
held it up. "There we are, Bill."