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my names Gillingham. I'm sorry,
I ought to have told you before. Well
now, Mr.. Cayley, we shan't do any
good by pretending. Here's a man
been shot-well. somebody shot
him.
Cayley shrugged his shoulders
and went to the telephone.
May I-er-look round a bity'
Antony nodded toward the open
door.
"Oh, do. Yes" He sat down and
drew the telephone toward him
You must make allowances for me,
Mr.. Gillingham. OF course, you're
quite right, and I'm merely being
stupid" He took off the refsiver.
Let us suppose that. for the pur-
pose of making first acquaintance
with this office" we are coming
into 1t from the hall. through the
door which is now locked. As we
stand just inside the door, the length
Of the room runs right and left.
Across the breadth Of the room (some
fifteen feet, is that other door. by
which Cayley went out and returned
few minutes ago. In the right
hand wall, thirty feet away from US,
the room and going out by the OPP
posite door, we come into passage,
from which two rooms lead
The one on the right. into which
Cayley went, is less than half the
length or the office, a small, square
room, which has evidently been used
some time or other as a bedroom
The window faces the same way as
the French windows In the next
room.
The room ON the other side Of the
bedroom is a bathroom. The three
rooms together, In fact, form sort
of private suite.
Antony wandered into the bed
room. The window was open. ana
he looked out at the peaceful
stretch of park.
"Cayley thinks he did it." said An
tony to himself That's obvious
It explains why he wasted so much
time banging on the door. Why
should he try to break a lock when
it's SO much easier to break a win
dow? Of course, he might just have
lost his head; on the other hand. he
might have wanted to give his cou-
sin a chance Of getting away. Why
did we run all the way round the
house in order to get to the win
dows?'
There was a step In the passage
outside, and he turned round, to see
Cayley in the doorway. He remained
looking at him for a moment. ask
ing himself a question It was
rather a curious question. He was
asking himself why the door was
open.
Well, not exactly why the door
was open; that could be explained
easily enough. But why had he ex-
pected the door to be shut. He did
not remember shutting 1t. but some
how he was surprised to see 1t open
now, to see CayIey through the door
way, just coming into the room
Something working sub-consciously
in his brain had told him that it was
surprising. Why?
CayIey Joined him at the window.
'I've telephoned." he said
They're sending an inspector or
some one from Middleston, and the
local police and doctor from STAN
ton"
Antony felt quite sure, from what
Cayley had said and had hesitated
to say, that Mark had been the last
to see his brother alive. It didn't fol-
low that Mark Albeit was a MUIR
derer. Revolvers go off accidentally;
and when they have gone off. people
lose their heads and run away, fear
ing that their story win not be be-
lieved. Nevertheless. when people
run away. whether innocently or
guiltily, one cant help wondering
which way they went
AZ suppose this way" said Antony
aloud, looking out Of the window.
"I wonder"
well. he didn't go by the windows
in the next room. because they were
shut"
isn't that rather odd?"
well. / thought SO at first, but
He pointed to the wall jutting out on
the right you see, you're protect
ed from the rest of the house IL you
get out here. II you go out at the
French windows, imagine you're
much more visible"
Cayley looked at him thoughtful-
ly.
sit seems to me. Mr.. Gillingham,
that you know the house pretty well.
considering that this is the first time
you've been to It
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