Antony nodded at him.

"Yes, that's the lot," he said; "and that's the funny thing about
it. You're sure it is the lot?"

"What do you mean?"

"Give me the torch a moment." He took it and flashed it over the
ground between them. "Yes, that's the lot. It's funny." He
stood up, the bag in his hands. "Now let's find a hiding-place
for these, and then--" He said no more, but stepped off through
the trees, Bill following him meekly.

As soon as they had got the bag off their hands and were clear of
the copse, Antony became more communicative. He took the two
keys out of his pocket.

"One of them is the office key, I suppose, and the other is the
key of the passage cupboard. So I thought that perhaps we might
have a look at the cupboard."

"I say, do you really think it is?"

"Well, I don't see what else it can be."

"But why should he want to throw it away?"

"Because it has now done its work, whatever it was, and he wants
to wash his hands of the passage. He'd throw the passage away if
he could. I don't think it matters much one way or another, and