CHAPTER IX. Possibilities of a Croquet Set
"What's the matter?" said Bill sharply.
Antony looked round at him with raised eyebrows.
"You've thought of something suddenly," said Bill. "What is it?"
Antony laughed.
"My dear Watson," he said, "you aren't supposed to be as clever as this."
"Oh, you can't take me in!"
"No.... Well, I was wondering about this ghost of yours, Bill. It seems to me—"
"Oh, that!" Bill was profoundly disappointed. "What on earth has the ghost got to do with it?"
"I don't know," said Antony apologetically. "I don't know what anything has got to do with it. I was just wondering. You shouldn't have brought me here if you hadn't wanted me to think about the ghost. This is where she appeared, isn't it?"
"Yes." Bill was distinctly short about it.
"How?"
