Part 37 (1/2)

”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 pa.s.sage, 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.”

It was the office key.

”By Jove, you were right.”

Antony felt in the bag again, and then turned it gently upside down on the gra.s.s. A dozen large stones fell out-and something else. He flashed down his torch.

”Another key,” he said.

He put the two keys in his pocket, and sat there for a long time in silence, thinking. Bill was silent, too, not liking to interrupt his thoughts, but at last he said:

”Shall I put these things back?”

Antony looked up with a start.

”What? Oh, yes. No, I'll put them back. You give me a light, will you?”

Very slowly and carefully he put the clothes back in the bag, pausing as he took up each garment, in the certainty, as it seemed to Bill, that it had something to tell him if only he could read it. When the last of them was inside, he still waited there on his knees, thinking.

”That's the lot,” said Bill.

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 pa.s.sage 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 pa.s.sage. He'd throw the pa.s.sage away if he could. I don't think it matters much one way or another, and I don't suppose there's anything to find in the cupboard, but I feel that we must look.”