ind them
inside, as you say.

"Even if the key was outside," went on Cayley stubbornly, "I still
think it might have been accidental. He might have taken it in with him,
knowing that the interview would be an unpleasant one, and not wishing
to be interrupted."

"But he had just told you to stand by in case he wanted you; so why
should he lock you out? Besides, I should think that if a man were going
to have an unpleasant interview with a threatening relation, the last
thing he would do would be to barricade himself in with him. He would
want to open all the doors and say, 'Get out of it'"

Cayley was silent, but his mouth looked obstinate. Antony gave a little
apologetic laugh and stood up.

"Well, come on, Bill," he said; "we ought to be stepping." He held out a
hand and pulled his friend up. Then, turning to Cayley, he went on, "You
must forgive me if I have let my thoughts run on rather. Of course, I
was considering the matter purely as an outsider; just as a problem, I
mean, which didn't concern the happiness of any of my friends."

"That's all right, Mr. Gillingham," said Cayley, standing up too. "It
is for you to make allowances for me. I'm sure you will. You say that
you're going up to the inn now about your bag?"

"Yes." He looked up at the sun and then round the parkland stretching
about the house. "Let me see; it's over in that direction, isn't it?" He
pointed southwards. "Can we get to the village that way, or must we go
by the road?"

"I'll show you, my boy," said Bill.

"Bill will show you. The park reaches almost as far as the village. Then
I'll send the car round in about half an hour."

"Thanks very much."

Cayley nodded and turned to go into the house. Antony took hold of
Bill's arm and walked off with him in the opposite direction.

CHAPTER VII. Portrait of a Gentleman

They walked in silence for a little, until they had left the house and
gardens well behind them. In front of them and to the right the park
dipped and then rose slowly, shutting out the rest of the world. A thick
belt of trees on the left divided them from the main road.

"Ever been here before?" said Antony suddenly.

"Oh, rather. Dozens of times."

"I meant just here where we are now. Or do you stay indoors and play
billiards all the time?"

"Oh Lord, no!"

"Well, tennis and things. So many people with beautiful parks never by
any chance use them, and all the poor devils passing by on the dusty
road thin