it,
Cayley turned away and vanished again as quietly as he had come.

Antony gave him three minutes, and stepped out from the trees. He waited
there for Bill to join him.

"Six," whispered Bill.

Antony nodded.

"I'm going round to the front of the house. You get back to your tree
and watch, in case Cayley comes again. Your bedroom is the left-hand end
one, and Cayley's the end but one? Is that right?"

Bill nodded.

"Right. Wait in hiding till I come back. I don't know how long I shall
be, but don't be impatient. It will seem longer than it is." He patted
Bill on the shoulder, and with a smile and a nod of the head he left him
there.

What was in the bag? What could Cayley want to hide other than a key or
a revolver? Keys and revolvers sink of themselves; no need to put them
in a bag first. What was in the bag? Something which wouldn't sink of
itself; something which needed to be helped with stones before it would
hide itself safely in the mud.

Well, they would find that out. There was no object in worrying about
it now. Bill had a dirty night's work in front of him. But where was the
body which Antony had expected so confidently or, if there were no body,
where was Mark?

More immediately, however, where was Cayley? As quickly as he could
Antony had got to the front of the house and was now lying in the
shrubbery which bordered the lawn, waiting for the light to go up
in Cayley's window. If it went up in Bill's window, then they were
discovered. It would mean that Cayley had glanced into Bill's room, had
been suspicious of the dummy figure in the bed, and had turned up the
light to make sure. After that, it was war between them. But if it went
up in Cayley's room--

There was a light. Antony felt a sudden thrill of excitement. It was in
Bill's room. War!

The light stayed there, shining vividly, for a wind had come up, blowing
the moon behind a cloud, and casting a shadow over the rest of the
house. Bill had left his curtains undrawn. It was careless of him; the
first stupid thing he had done, but--

The moon slipped out again.... and Antony laughed to himself in the
bushes. There was another window beyond Cayley's, and there was no light
in it. The declaration of war was postponed.

Antony lay there, watching Cayley into bed. After all it was only polite
to return Cayley's own solicitude earlier in the night. Politeness
demanded that one should not disport oneself on the pond until one's
friends w