Chapter 18: Guess-work

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌⁠The inquest was at three o’clock; thereafter Antony could have no claim on the hospitality of the Red House. By ten o’clock his bag was packed, and waiting to be taken to ‘The George.’ To Bill, coming upstairs after a more prolonged breakfast, this early morning bustle was a little surprising.

“What’s the hurry?” he asked.

“None. But we don’t want to come back here after the inquest. Get your packin