"The result was a woman."

"A woman?" said Antony eagerly.

"A woman," said Bill impressively. "Of course I thought it was
going to be Robert--so did you, didn't you?--but it wasn't. It
was a woman. Came quite late on Monday night in a car--driving
herself--went off early next morning."

"Did he describe her?"

"Yes. She was middlin'. Middlin' tall, middlin' age, middlin'
colour, and so on. Doesn't help much, does it? But still--a
woman. Does that upset your theory?"

Antony shook his head.

"No, Bill, not at all," he said.

"You knew all the time? At least, you guessed?"

"Wait till to-morrow. I'll tell you everything to-morrow."

"To-morrow!" said Bill in great disappointment.

"Well, I'll tell you one thing to-night, if you'll promise not to
ask any more questions. But you probably know it already."

"What is it?"