Evening journal., 1922-08-10

rs it deep?"
quite deep enough" said Cayiy
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 II
will only be until tomorrow. The
inquest IS tomorrow afternoon. DO
amuse yourself how you like till
than"
Thanks very much. 1 shall real
ly be quite all right"
Antony went on with his break
fast. Perhaps it was true that in
spectors liked dragging ponds, but
the question was. did Cayley like
| having them dragged? Was Cayley
anxious about it. or quite indiffer-
ent? 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---
Bills face was an open book. Ex-
citement was written all over it.
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.
'Ts-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, past the toast"
You seem bright this morning"
Il am. Very bright Cayley no
ticed 1t. Cayley said. Were II not
that have other business. I would
come gathering nuts and may with
thee. Fain would I gyrate round
the mulberry and hop upon the
little hills"
ITS a touch of the sun, sup
pose." said Bill. shaking his head
sadly.
IT'S 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 a star called Beverley's Belt7
Said he masticating. Re-enter w.
Beverley through trap-door"
Talking about trap-doors-S
Don't" said Antony, getting up.
Some talk of Alexander and some
OF Hercules, but nobody talks about
what's the Latin for trap-door3
Mensa-a table; you might get it
from that. Well, Mr.. Beverley
and he slapped him heartily on the
back as he went past him-"I 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.. Gillingham
then left the spacious apartment.
Bill continued his breakfast with
a 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 mis- breakfast. reflect |
ing that Antony was a rum fellow,
and wondering II he had dreamed I
only OF the amazing things which |
hso happened the day before.
Antony went up TO his bedroom to
ietch his pipe. II was occupied by a |
nousemaid, and he made polite |
apology for disturbing her. Then he
remembered.
is It Elsie7" he asked, giving her
friendly smile.
Yes. sir" she said, shy but proud
She had no doubts as to why II was
that sha had achieved such no.
toriety.
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