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.
