The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1922-08-10
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'"They think that Mark" He
broke off and shrugged his Shout
ders.
May have drowned himself.
knowing that he couldn't get away?
And knowing that he had COM
promised himself by trying to get
away at all?"
Yes; I suppose So" said Cayly
slowly.
He added dryly, From what I've
read of detective stories, inspectors
always do want to drag the pond
first"
rs It deep?"
quite oeep enough" said Cayly
as he got. up. On his way to the
door he stopped, and looked at
Antony. I'm so sorry that we're
keeping you here like this, but it
will only be until tomorrow. The
inquest is tomorrow afternoon. Do
amuse yourself how you like tin
then"
Thanks very much. I shall real
ly be quite all right"
Antony went on with his break
fast. Perhaps 1t was true that in
spectors liked dragging ponds, but
the question was. Did Cayleys like
having them dragged7 Was Galley
anxious about it, or quite indiffer-
emit? He certainly did not seem to
be anxious, but he could hide his
feelings very easily beneath that
heavy, solid face.
Bill came in noisily-
Bits face was an open book. Ex-
element was written all over 1t,
WELL" he said eagerly, as he sat
down TO the business OF the meal.
what are we going to do this morn
ing?"
Not talk SO loudly. for one
thing" said Antony.
Bill looked about him apprehen-
sively. Was Cayley under the table,
for example? After last night one
never knew.
"Is-er-" He raised his eye
brows.
mo. But one doesn't want to
shout. One should modulate the
voice, my dear William, while
breathing gently from the hips.
Thus one avoids those chest-notes
which have betrayed many secret.
In other words, pass the toast"
You seem bright this morning."
II am. Very bright. Cayley no
ticed it. Cayley said, Were 1t not
that I have other business, 7 would
come gathering nuts and may with
thee. Fain would I gyrate round
the mulberry-bush and hop upon the
little hills
IT'S touch of the sun, I sup
pose" said Bill. shaking his head
sadly.
TITS the sun and the moon and
the stars, all acting together on an
empty stomach. Do you know any
thing about the stars, Mr.. Beverley?
Do you know anything about Orion's
Belt, for instance? And why isn't
there star called Beverley's Belt?
Said he masticating. Re-enter w,
Beverley through trap-door."
Talking about trap-doors-"
Don't" said Antony, getting up.
Some talk of Alexander and some
of Hercules, but nobody talks about
what's the Latin for trap-door?
Mensa-a table; you might get it
from that. Well, Mr.. Beverley
and he slapped him heartily on the
back as he went past hint shall
see you later. Cayley says that you
will amuse me, but SO far you have
not made me laugh once. You must
try and be more amusing when you
have finished your breakfast. But
don't hurry. Let the upper mandi-
bles have time to do the work"
With those words Mr.. GiIIingham
then left the spacious apartment.
Bill continued his breakfast with
slightly bewildered air. He did
not know that Cayley was smoking
a cigaret outside the windows be-
hind him; not listening, perhaps;
possibly not even overhearing; but
within sight of Antony, who was
not going to take any risks. So he
went on with his breakfast, reflect
ing that Antony was a rum fellow.
and wondering II he had dreamed
only of the amazing things which
had happened the day before.
Antony went up to his bedroom to
fetch his pipe. 1t was occupied by
housemaid. and he made a polite
apology for disturbing her. Then he
remembered.
els it Elsie?" he asked. giving her
a friendly smile.
Yes, sir" she said, shy but proud.
She had no doubts as to why 1t was
that she had achieved such no.
toriety. - stsf..,.
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