ret passage. So
she must be hurried away.

Why? Because if she stayed and talked, she might make some innocent
mention of it. And Cayley did not want any mention of it.

Why, again? Obviously because the passage, or even the mere knowledge of
its existence, might provide a clue.

"I wonder if Mark's hiding there," thought Antony; and he went to sleep.

CHAPTER X. Mr. Gillingham Talks Nonsense

Antony came down in a very good humour to breakfast next morning, and
found that his host was before him. Cayley looked up from his letters
and nodded.

"Any word of Mr. Ablett--of Mark?" said Antony, as he poured out his
coffee.

"No. The inspector wants to drag the lake this afternoon."

"Oh! Is there a lake?"

There was just the flicker of a smile on Cayley's face, but it
disappeared as quickly as it came.

"Well, it's really a pond," he said, "but it was called 'the lake.'"

"By Mark," thought Antony. Aloud he said, "What do they expect to find?"

"They think that Mark--" He broke off and shrugged his shoulders.

"May have drowned himself, knowing that he couldn't get away? And
knowing that he had compromised himself by trying to get away at all?"

"Yes; I suppose so," said Cayley slowly.

"I should have thought he would have given himself more of a run for
his money. After all, he had a revolver. If he was determined not to
be taken alive, he could always have prevented that. Couldn't he have
caught a train to London before the police knew anything about it?"

"He might just have managed it. There was a train. They would have
noticed him at Waldheim, of course, but he might have managed it at
Stanton. He's not so well-known there, naturally. The inspector has been
inquiring. Nobody seems to have seen him."

"There are sure to be people who will say they did, later on. There was
never a missing man yet but a dozen people come forward who swear to
have seen him at a dozen different places at the same time."

Cayley smiled.

"Yes. That's true. Anyhow, he wants to drag the pond first." He added
dryly, "From what I've read of detective stories, inspectors always do
want to drag the pond first."

"Is it deep?"

"Quite deep enough," said Cayley as he got up. On his way to the door he
stopped, and looked at Antony. "I'm so sorry that we're keeping you here
like this, but it will only be until to-morrow. The inquest is to-morrow
afternoon. Do amuse yourself how you like till then. Beverley will look