"Yes. Come and tuck us up, and see that we're nice and comfortable."
"Yes, that's awkward," said Bill. "But we could lock our doors, and then he wouldn't know that we weren't there."
"Have you ever locked your door?"
"Never."
"No. And you can bet that Cayley knows that. Anyway, he'd bang on it, and you wouldn't answer, and then what would he think?"
Bill was silent; crushed.
"Then I don't see how we're going to do it," he said, after deep thought. "He'll obviously come to us just before he starts out, and that doesn't give us time to get to the pond in front of him."
"Let's put ourselves in his place," said Antony, puffing slowly at his pipe. "He's got the body, or whatever it is, in the passage. He won't come up the stairs, carrying it in his arms, and look in at our doors to see if we're awake. He'll have to make sure about us first, and then go down for the body afterwards. So that gives us a little time."
"Y-yes," said Bill doubtfully. "We might just do it, but it'll be a bit of a rush."
"But wait. When he's gone down to the passage and got the body, what will he do next?"
"Come out again," said Bill helpfully.
"Yes; but which end?"
Bill sat up with a start.
