which　Robert　had　undoubtedly　come　from　London。　A　witness；　however；
  would　state　that　he　noticed　a　man　resembling　Mark　Ablett　at　the　station　at
  3。53　p。m。　that　afternoon；　and　this　man　caught　the　3。55　up　train　to　town。
  There　was　a　pond　in　the　grounds　of　the　Red　House。　He　had　dragged
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  this；　but　without　result。。。。
  Antony　listened　to　him　carelessly；　thinking　his　own　thoughts　all　the
  time。　Medical　evidence　followed；　but　there　was　nothing　to　be　got　from
  that。　He　felt　so　close　to　the　truth；　at　any　moment　something　might　give
  his　brain　the　one　little　hint　which　it　wanted。　Inspector　Birch　was　just
  pursuing　the　ordinary。　Whatever　else　this　case　was；　it　was　not　ordinary。
  There　was　something　uncanny　about　it。
  John　Borden　was　giving　evidence。　He　was　on　the　up　platform　seeing
  a　friend　off　by　the　3。55　on　Tuesday　afternoon。　He　had　noticed　a　man　on
  the　platform　with　coat　collar　turned　up　and　a　scarf　round　his　chin。　He
  had　wondered　why　the　man　should　do　this　on　such　a　hot　day。　The　man
  seemed　to　be　trying　to　escape　observation。　Directly　the　train　came　in；　he
  hurried　into　a　carriage。　And　so　on。
  〃There's　always　a　John　Borden　at　every　murder　case；　said　Antony　to
  himself。
  〃Have　you　ever　seen　Mark　Ablett？〃
  〃Once　or　twice；　sir。〃
  〃Was　it　he？〃
  〃I　never　really　got　a　good　look　at　him；　sir；　what　with　his　collar　turned
  up　and　the　scarf　and　all。　But　directly　I　heard　of　the　sad　affair；　and　that
  Mr。　Ablett　was　missing；　I　said　to　Mrs。　Borden；　'Now　I　wonder　if　that　was
  Mr。　Ablett　I　saw　at　the　station？'　So　then　we　talked　it　over　and　decided
  that　I　ought　to　come　and　tell　Inspector　Birch。　It　was　just　Mr。　Ablett's
  height；　sir。〃
  Antony　went　on　with　his　thoughts。。。。
  The　Coroner　was　summing　up。　The　jury；　he　said；　had　now　heard　all
  the　evidence　and　would　have　to　decide　what　had　happened　in　that　room
  between　the　two　brothers。　How　had　the　deceased　met　his　death？　The
  medical　evidence　would　probably　satisfy　them　that　Robert　Ablett　had　died
  from　the　effects　of　a　bullet…wound　in　the　head。　Who　had　fired　that　bullet？
  If　Robert　Ablett　had　fired　it　himself；　no　doubt　they　would　bring　in　a
  verdict　of　suicide；　but　if　this　had　been　so；　where　was　the　revolver　which
  had　fired　it；　and　what　had　become　of　Mark　Ablett？　If　they　disbelieved　in
  this　possibility　of　suicide；　what　remained？　Accidental　death；　justifiable。
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  homicide；　and　murder。　Could　the　deceased　have　been　killed　accidentally？
  It　was　possible；　but　then　would　Mark　Ablett　have　run　away？　The
  evidence　that　he　had　run　away　from　the　scene　of　the　crime　was　strong。
  His　cousin　had　seen　him　go　into　the　room；　the　servant　Elsie　Wood　had
  heard　him　quarrelling　with　his　brother　in　the　room；　the　door　had　been
  locked　from　the　inside；　and　there　were　signs　that　outside　the　open　window
  some　one　had　pushed　his　way　very　recently　through　the　shrubbery。　Who；　if
  not　Mark？　They　would　have　then　to　consider　whether　he　would　have　run
  away　if　he　had　been　guiltless　of　his　brother's　death。　No　doubt　innocent
  people　lost　their　heads　sometimes。　It　was　possible　that　if　it　were　proved
  afterwards　that　Mark　Ablett　had　shot　his　brother；　it　might　also　be　proved
  that　he　was　justified　in　so　doing；　and　that　when　he　ran　away　from　his
  brother's　corpse　he　had　really　nothing　to　fear　at　the　hands　of　the　Law。　In
  this　connexion　he　need　hardly　remind　the　jury　that　they　were　not　the　final
  tribunal；　and　that　if　they　found　Mark　Ablett　guilty　of　murder　it　would　not
  prejudice　his　trial　in　any　way　if　and　when　he　was　apprehended。。。。　The
  jury　could　consider　their　verdict。
  They　considered　it。　They　announced　that　the　deceased　had　died　as
  the　result　of　a　bullet…wound；　and　that　the　bullet　had　been　fired　by　his
  brother　Mark　Ablett。
  Bill　turned　round　to　Antony　at　his　side。　But　Antony　was　gone。　Across
  the　room　he　saw　Andrew　Amos　and　Parsons　going　out　of　the　door　together；
  and　Antony　was　between　them。
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  The　inquest　had　been　held　at　the　〃Lamb〃　at　Stanton；　at　Stanton
  Robert　Ablett　was　to　be　buried　next　day。　Bill　waited　about　outside　for　his
  friend；　wondering　where　he　had　gone。　Then；　realizing　that　Cayley　would
  be　coming　out　to　his　car　directly；　and　that　a　farewell　talk　with　Cayley
  would　be　a　little　embarrassing；　he　wandered　round　to　the　yard　at　the　back
  of　the　inn；　lit　a　cigarette；　and　stood　surveying　a　torn　and　weather…beaten
  poster　on　the　stable　wall。　〃GRAND　THEATRICAL　ENTER〃　it　announced；
  to　take　place　on　〃Wednesday；　Decem。〃　Bill　smiled　to　himself　as　he
  looked　at　it；　for　the　part　of　Joe；　a　loquacious　postman；　had　been　played　by
  〃William　B。　Beverl；〃　as　the　remnants　of　the　poster　still　maintained；　and　he
  had　been　much　less　loquacious　than　the　author　had　intended；　having
  forgotten　his　words　completely；　but　it　had　all　been　great　fun。　And　then　he
  stopped　smiling；　for　there　would　be　no　more　fun　now　at　the　Red　House。
  〃Sorry　to　keep　you　waiting；〃　said　the　voice　of　Antony　behind　him。
  〃My　old　friends　Amos　and　Parsons　insisted　on　giving　me　a　drink。〃
  He　slipped　his　hand　into　the　crook　of　Bill's　arm；　and　smiled　happily　at
  him。
  〃Why　were　you　so　keen　about　them？〃　asked　Bill　a　little　resentfully。　〃I
  couldn't　think　where　on　earth　you　had　got　to。〃
  Antony　didn't　say　anything。　He　was　staring　at　the　poster。
  〃When　did　this　happen？〃　he　asked。
  〃What？〃
  Antony　waved　to　the　poster。
  〃Oh；　that？　Last　Christmas。　It　was　rather　fun。〃
  Antony　began　to　laugh　to　himself。
  〃Were　you　good？〃
  〃Rotten。　I　don't　profess　to　be　an　actor。〃
  〃Mark　good？〃
  〃Oh；　rather。　He　loves　it。〃
  〃Rev。　Henry　Stutters　…　Mr。　Matthew　Cay；〃　read　Antony。
  〃Was　that　our　friend　Cayley？〃
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  〃Yes。〃
  〃Any　good？〃
  〃Well；　much　better　than　I　expected。　He　wasn't　keen；　but　Mark　made
  him。〃
  〃Miss　Norris　wasn't　playing；　I　see。〃
  〃My　dear　Tony；　she's　a　professional。　Of　course　she　wasn't。〃
  Antony　laughed　again。
  〃A　great　success；　was　it？〃
  〃Oh。　rather！〃
  〃I'm　a　fool；　and　a　damned　fool；〃　Antony　announced　solemnly。　〃And
  a　damned　fool；〃　he　said　again　under　his　breath；　as　he　led　Bill　away　from
  the　poster；　and　out　of　the　yard　into　the　road。　〃And　a　damned　fool。　Even
  now　…〃　He　broke　off　and　then　asked　suddenly；　〃Did　Mark　ever　have
  much　trouble　with　his　teeth？〃
  〃He　went　to　his　dentist　a　good　deal。　But　what　on　earth　…〃
  Antony　laughed　a　third　time。
  〃What　luck！〃　he　chuckled。　〃But　how　do　you　know？〃
  〃We　go　to　the　same　man；　Mark　recommended　him　to　me。　Cartwright；
  in　Wimpole　Street。〃
  〃Cartwright　in　Wimpole　Street；〃　repeated　Antony　thoughtfully。　〃Yes；
  I　can　remember　that。　Cartwright　in　Wimpole　Street。　Did　Cayley　go　to
  him　too；　by　any　chance？〃
  〃I　expect　so。　Oh；　yes；　I　know　he　did。　But　what　on　earth　…〃
  〃What　was　Mark's　general　health　like？　Did　he　see　a　doctor　much？〃
  〃Hardly　at　all；　I　should　think。　He　did　a　lot　of　early　morning　exercises
  which　were　supposed　to　make　him　bright　and　cheerful　at　breakfast。　They
  didn't　do　that；　but　they　seemed　to　keep　him　pretty　fit。　Tony；　I　wish　you'd
  …〃
  Antony　held　up　a　hand　and　hushed　him　into　silence。
  〃One　last　question；〃　he　said。　〃Was　Mark　fond　of　swimming？〃
  〃No；　he　hated　it。　I　don't　believe　he　could　swim。　Tony；　are　you　mad；
  or　am　I？　Or　is　this　a　new　game？〃
  Antony　squeezed　his　arm。
  〃Dear　old　Bill；〃　he　said。　〃It's　a　game。　What　a　game！　And　the
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  They　walked　in　silence　for　half　a　mile　or　so　along　the　road　to
  Waldheim。　Bill　tried　two　or　three　times　to　get　his　friend　to　talk；　but
  Antony　had　only　grunted　in　reply。　He　was　just　going　to　make　another
  attempt；　when　Antony　came　to　a　sudden　stop　and　turned　to　him　anxiously。
  〃I　wonder　if　you'd　do　something　for　me；〃　he　said；　looking　at　him　with
  some　doubt。
  〃What　sort　of　thing？〃
  〃Well；　it's　really　dashed　important。　It's　just　the　one　thing　I　want　now。
  Bill　was　suddenly　enthusiastic　again。
  〃I　say；　have　you　really　found　it　all　out？〃
  Antony　nodded。
  〃At　least；　I'm　very　nearly　there；　Bill。　There's　just　this　one　thing　I
  want　now。　It　means　your　going　back　to　Stanton。　Well；　we　haven't　come
  far；　it　won't　take　you　long。　Do　you　mind？〃
  〃My　dear　Holmes；　I　am　at　your　service。〃
  Antony　gave　him　a　smile　and　was　silent　for　a　little；　thinking。
  〃Is　there　another　inn　at　Stanton…fairly　close　to　the　station？〃
  〃The　'Plough　and　Horses'　…　just　at　the　corner　where　the　road　goes　up　to
  the　station　…　is　that　the　one　you　mean？〃
  〃That　would　be　the　one。　I　suppose　you　could　do　with　a　drink；
  couldn't　you？〃
  〃Rather！〃　said　Bill；　with　a　grin。
  〃Good。　Then　have　one　at　the　'Plough　and　Horses。'　Have　two；　if　you
  like；　and　talk　to　the　landlord；　or　landlady；　or　whoever　serves　you。　I　want
  you　to　find　out　if　anybody　stayed　there　on　Monday　night。〃
  〃Robert？〃　said　Bill　eagerly。
  〃I　didn't　say　Robert；〃　said　Antony；　smiling。　〃I　just　want　you　to　find
  out　if　they　had　a　visitor　who　slept　there　on　Monday　night。　A　stranger。　If
  so；　then　any　particulars　you　can　get　of　him；　without　letting　the　landlord
  know　that