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"You're going down to the village?" "That's the idea." "I wonder if you'd take this letter to Jallands for me?" "Of course." "Thanks very much. Well, I shall see you later." He nodded and got into the car. As soon as they were alone Bill turned eagerly to his friend. "Well?" he said excitedly. "Come into the library." They went in, and Tony sank down into a chair.
They had come back from Jallands through the park and were sitting in the copse above the pond, from which the Inspector and his fishermen had now withdrawn. Bill had listened with open mouth to Antony's theory, and save for an occasional "By Jove!" had listened in silence. "Smart man, Cayley," had been his only comment at the end. "Which other theory?"
It only occurred to me in the bath this morning. Inspiring place, a bathroom. Well, it's this he told her on Monday morning, on his way to Middleston in the car." "Well?" "Well." "Sorry, Tony; I'm dense this morning." "In the car, Bill. And how near can the car get to Jallands?" "About six hundred yards." "Yes.
They left the road, and took the path across the fields which sloped gently downwards towards Jallands. Antony was silent, and since it is difficult to keep up a conversation with a silent man for any length of time, Bill had dropped into silence too. Or rather, he hummed to himself, hit at thistles in the grass with his stick and made uncomfortable noises with his pipe.
They were close to Jallands now, an old thatched farmhouse which, after centuries of sleep, had woken up to a new world, and had forthwith sprouted wings; wings, however, of so discreet a growth that they had not brought with them any obvious change of character, and Jallands even with a bathroom was still Jallands. To the outward view, at any rate. Inside, it was more clearly Mrs. Norbury's.
Mark gives himself away.... Ugly, black-jawed devil, isn't he?" "Some women like that type of ugliness." "Yes, that's true. Between ourselves, I think there's one here who does. Rather a pretty girl at Jallands" he waved his left hand "down that way." "What's Jallands?"
And on his way to Middleston, on some business or other, Mark stops the car, walks six hundred yards down the hill to Jallands, says, 'Oh, by the way, Mrs. Norbury, I don't think I ever told you that I have a shady brother called Robert, walks six hundred yards up the hill again, gets into the car, and goes off to Middleston. Is that likely?" Bill frowned heavily.
"I thought he was going to Stanton." "He hoped you'd think so obviously." "Then where is he going?" "The library, probably. To consult our friend Ussher. After making quite sure that his friends Beverley and Gillingham really were going to Jallands, as they said." Bill stopped suddenly in the middle of the path. "I say, do you think so?" Antony shrugged his shoulders. "I shouldn't be surprised.
"Well, look here, as we said we were going into the village, and as we promised to leave that letter, I almost think we'd better do it." "Oh!.... Oh, very well." "Jallands. What were you telling me about that? Oh, yes; the Widow Norbury." "That's right. Cayley used to be rather keen on the daughter. The letter's for her." "Yes; well, let's take it. Just to be on the safe side."
"Yes Angela Norbury," murmured Bill. "Not bad-looking, is she?" The girl who stood by the little white gate of Jallands was something more than "not bad-looking," but in this matter Bill was keeping his superlatives for another. In Bill's eyes she must be judged, and condemned, by all that distinguished her from Betty Calladine.
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