CHAPTER XVIII.
Guess-work
The inquest was at three o'clock; thereafter Antony could have no claim on the hospitality of the Red House. By ten o'clock his bag was packed, and waiting to be taken to 'The George.' To Bill, coming upstairs after a more prolonged breakfast, this early morning bustle was a little surprising.
"What's the hurry?" he asked.
"None. But we don't want to come back here after the inquest. Get your packing over now and then we can have the morning to ourselves."
"Righto." He turned to go to his room, and then came back again. "I say, are we going to tell Cayley that we're staying at 'The George'?"
"You're not staying at 'The George,' Bill. Not officially. You're going back to London."
"Oh!"
"Yes. Ask Cayley to have your luggage sent in to Stanton, ready for you when you catch a train there after the inquest. You can tell him that you've got to see the Bishop of London at once. The fact that
