"Nor what?"
Antony was silent for a moment.
"I didn't see anything, Bill. Or rather, I did see something; I saw a door in the wall, a cupboard. And it's locked. So if there's anything we want to find, that's where it is."
"Could Mark be hiding there?"
"I called through the keyhole in a whisper 'Mark, are you there?' he would have thought it was Cayley. There was no answer.
"Well, let's go down and try again. We might be able to get the door open."
Antony shook his head.
"Aren't I going at all?" said Bill in great disappointment.
When Antony spoke, it was to ask another question:
"Can Cayley drive a car?"
"Yes, of course. Why?"
"Then he might easily drop the chauffeur at his lodge and go off to Stanton, or wherever he wanted to, on his own?"
"I suppose so if he wanted to."
"Yes." Antony got up. "Well, look here, as we said we were going into the village, and as we promised to leave that letter, I almost think we'd better do it."
"Oh!.... Oh, very well."
"Jallands. What were you telling me about that? Oh, yes; the Widow Norbury."
"That's right. Cayley used to be rather keen on the daughter. The letter's for her."
