They went into the house. Cayley was in the hall as they came in. He nodded, and took out his watch.
"Time to change?" he said.
"Just about," said Bill.
"You didn't forget my letter?"
"I did not. In fact, we had tea there."
"Ah!" He looked away and said carelessly, "How were they all?"
"They sent all sorts of sympathetic messages to you, and—and all that sort of thing."
"Oh, yes."
Bill waited for him to say something more, and then, as nothing was coming, he turned round, said, "Come on, Tony," and led the way upstairs.
"Got all you want?" he said at the top of the stairs.
"I think so. Come and see me before you go down."
"Righto."
Antony shut his bedroom door behind him and walked over to the window. He pushed open a casement and looked out. His bedroom was just over the door at the back of the house. The side wall of the office, which projected out into the lawn beyond the rest of the house, was on his left. He could step out on to the top of the door, and from there drop easily to the ground. Getting back would be little more difficult. There was a convenient water-pipe which would help.
