till half-past eight. Do just as you like about dressing, of course. And what about your luggage?"
"I thought Bill and I would walk over to the inn directly, and see about it."
"The car can go and fetch it as soon as it comes back from the station."
"It's very good of you, but I shall have to go over myself, anyhow, to pack up and pay my bill. Besides, it's a good evening for a walk. If you wouldn't mind it, Bill?"
"I should love it."
"Well, then, if you leave the bag there, I'll send the car round for it later."
"Thanks very much."
Having said what he wanted to say, Cayley remained there a little awkwardly, as if not sure whether to go or to stay. Antony wondered whether he wanted to talk about the afternoon's happenings, or whether it was the one subject he wished to avoid. To break the silence he asked carelessly if the Inspector had gone.
Cayley nodded. Then he said abruptly, "He's getting a warrant for Mark's arrest."
Bill made a suitably sympathetic noise, and Antony said with a shrug of the shoulders, "Well, he was bound to do that, wasn't he? It doesn't follow that—well, it doesn't mean anything. They naturally want to get hold of your cousin, innocent or guilty."
