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Now she wondered what he could have seen in her after Lady Cayley. At Lady Cayley's personality she had not permitted herself so much as to guess. Enough that the woman was notorious infamous. There was a knock at the door, the low knock she had come to know, and Majendie entered in obedience to her faint call.
"Everybody believes it. I came to you because I was afraid you'd be the first." "To believe it? I assure you, Lady Cayley, I should be the last." "What was to prevent you? You didn't know me." "No. But I know my husband." "So do I." "Not now" said Mrs. Majendie quietly. Lady Cayley's bosom heaved. She had felt that she had risen to the occasion. She had achieved a really magnificent renunciation.
"My God!" said Houghton, turning upon him with staring eyes, "you are " "Whose horse is that?" interjected Cayley. Firefoot laid his head upon Cayley's shoulder. Houghton looked at them both for a moment. "It is the horse of Hyland the bushranger," he said. "All Queensland knows Firefoot." Then he dazedly added: "Are you Hyland?"
Antony couldn't help feeling a thrill of excitement as he followed Cayley's example, and put his face close up to the glass. For the first time he wondered if there really had been a revolver shot in this mysterious room. It had all seemed so absurd and melodramatic from the other side of the door.
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?
Calladine, protesting that she did not know what to say, but apparently finding plenty; and Miss Norris, crowding so much into one despairing gesture that Cayley's unvarying "Thank you very much" might have been taken this time as gratitude for an artistic entertainment. "Well, this is a rum show," said Bill as he sat down. "Very rum, William." "And you actually walked right into it?"
Everything seemed to be as they left it. The bowls-box, the lawn-mower, the roller, the open croquet-box, the "By Jove!" said Antony to himself, "that's neat." The lid of the other croquet-box was open, too. Bill was turning round now; his voice became more difficult to hear. "You see what I mean," he was saying. "If Cayley " And out of the second croquet-box came Cayley's black head.
For a moment Bill did not understand. "Key of the office?" he said vaguely. "You don't mean Tony! What do you mean? Good God! do you mean that Cayley But what about Mark?" "I don't know where Mark is that's another thing I want to know but I'm quite certain that he hasn't got the key of the office with him. Because Cayley's got it." "Are you sure?" "Quite." Bill looked at him wonderingly.
Mystery is dear to a woman's heart. She was not different in that respect from others. You took the surest way to be remembered." Cayley's fingers played with his horse's mane; his eyes ran over the ground debatingly; then he lifted them suddenly, and said: "Houghton, you are remarkably frank with me; what do you mean by it?"
"But what?" "Anything, Bill; anything." Bill was annoyed. "I say, Tony, this won't do. You really mustn't be so damn mysterious. What's happened to you suddenly?" Antony looked up at him in surprise. "Didn't you hear what he said?" "What, particularly?" "That it was Cayley's idea to drag the pond." "Oh! Oh, I say!" Bill was rather excited again. "You mean that he's hidden something there?
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