"Well, that's how you will have to do the last part of it," said Antony with a smile.
He looked at his watch. It was nearly time to change for dinner. They started to walk back to the house together.
"There's one thing which worries me rather," said Antony. "Where does Cayley sleep?"
"Next door to me. Why?"
"Well, it's just possible that he might have another look at you after he's come back from the pond. I don't think he'd bother about it in the ordinary way, but if he is actually passing your door, I think he might glance in."
"I shan't be there. I shall be at the bottom of the pond, sucking up mud."
"Yes.... Do you think you could leave something in your bed that looked vaguely like you in the dark? A bolster with a pyjama-coat round it, and one arm outside the blanket, and a pair of socks or something for the head. You know the kind of thing. I think it would please him to feel that you were still sleeping peacefully."
Bill chuckled to himself.
"Rather. I'm awfully good at that. I'll make him up something really good. But what about you?"
"I'm at the other end of the house; he's hardly likely to bother about me a second time. And I shall be so very fast asleep at his first visit. Still, I may as well to be on the safe side."
