Mr. Gillingham Talks Nonsense
Antony came down in a very good humour to breakfast next morning, and found that his host was before him. Cayley looked up from his letters and nodded.
“Any word of Mr. Ablett—of Mark?” said Antony, as he poured out his coffee.
“No. The inspector wants to drag the lake this afternoon.”
“Oh! Is there a lake?”
There was just the flicker of a smile on Cayley’s face, but it disappeared as quickly as it came.
“Well, it’s really a pond,” he said, “but it was called ‘the lake.’ ”