"Well, that's that," said Bill.

But Antony, on his knees with the torch in his hand, continued to
search for something.

"What are you looking for?" asked Bill at last.

"Something that isn't there," said Antony, getting up and dusting
his trousers. And he locked the door again.




CHAPTER XVIII

Guess-work


The inquest was at three o'clock; thereafter Antony could have no
claim on the hospitality of the Red House. By ten o'clock his
bag was packed, and waiting to be taken to 'the George.' To
Bill, coming upstairs after a more prolonged breakfast, this
early morning bustle was a little surprising.

"What's the hurry?" he asked.

"None. But we don't want to come back here after the inquest.
Get your packing over now and then we can have the morning to
ourselves."