“Well, I thought so at first, but—” He pointed to the wall jutting out on the right. “You see, you’re protected from the rest of the house if you get out here, and you’re quite close to the shrubbery. If you go out at the French windows, I imagine you’re much more visible. All that part of the house—” he waved his right hand—“the west, well, north-west almost, where the kitchen parts are—you see, you’re hidden from them here. Oh, yes! he knew the house, whoever it was, and he was quite right to come out of this window. He’d be into the shrubbery at once.” Cayley looked at him thoughtfully. “It seems to me, Mr. Gillingham, that _you_ know the house pretty well, considering that this is the first time you’ve been to it.” Antony laughed. “Oh, well, I notice things, you know. I was born noticing. But I’m right, aren’t I, about why he went out this way?” “Yes, I think you are.” Cayley looked away—towards the shrubbery. “Do you want to go noticing in _there_ now?” He nodded at it. “I think we might leave that to the police,” said Antony gently. “It’s—well, there’s no hurry.” Cayley gave a little sigh, as if he had been holding his breath for the answer, and could now breathe again. “Thank you, Mr. Gillingham,” he said. CHAPTER IV. The Brother from Australia Guests at the Red House were allowed to do what they liked within reason—the reasonableness or otherwise of it being decided by Mark. But when once they (or Mark) had made up their minds as to what they wanted to do, the plan had to be kept. Mrs. Calladine, who knew this little weakness of their host’s, resisted, therefore, the suggestion of Bill that they should have a second round in the afternoon, and drive home comfortably after tea. The other golfers were willing enough, but Mrs. Calladine, without actually saying that Mr. Ablett wouldn’t like it, was firm on the point that, having arranged to be back by four, they should be back by four. “I really don’t think Mark wants us, you know,” said the Major. Having played badly in the morning, he wanted to prove to himself in the afternoon that he was really better than that. “With this brother of his coming, he’ll be only too glad to have us out of the way.” “Of course he will, Major.” This from Bill. “You’d like to play, wouldn’t you, Miss Norris?” Miss Norris looked doubtfully at the hostess. “Of course, if you want to get back, dear, we mustn’t keep you here. Besides, it’s so dull for you, not playing.” “Just nine holes, mother,” pleaded Betty. “The car could take you back, and you could tell them that we were having another round, and then it could come back for us,” said Bill brilliantly. “It’s certainly much cooler here than I expected,” put in the Major.