"When the rifle cracked out, Knox, she knew! Remember, no one had told
her the truth. Yet can you doubt that she knows?"
"I don't doubt it."
"Neither do I." He clenched his teeth tightly and beat his fists upon
the coverlet. "I was dreading that our friend the Inspector would ask a
question which to my mind was very obvious."
"You mean?--"
"Well, what investigator whose skull contained anything more useful
than bubbles would have failed to ask if Colonel Menendez had an
enemy in the neighbourhood?"
"No one," I admitted; "but I fear the poor man is sadly out of his
depth."
"He is wading hopelessly, Knox, but even he cannot fail to learn about
Camber to-morrow."
He stared at me in a curiously significant manner.
"Do you mean, Harley," I began, "that you really think----"
"My dear Knox," he interrupted, "forgetting, if you like, all that
preceded the tragedy, with what facts are we left? That Colonel
Menendez, at the moment when the bullet entered his brain, must have
been standing facing directly toward the Guest House. Now, you have
seen the direction of the wound?"
"He was shot squarely between the eyes.
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