Harley, the ends of justice would be
better served if you were to question me, and I to confine myself to
answering you."
"Very well," Harley agreed: "when and where did you meet the late
Colonel Menendez?"
"I never met him in my life."
"Do you mean that you had never spoken to him?"
"Never."
"Hm. Tell me, Mr. Camber, where were you at twelve o'clock last night?"
"Here, writing."
"And where was Ah Tsong?"
"Ah Tsong?" Colin Camber stared uncomprehendingly. "Ah Tsong was in
bed."
"Oh. Did anything disturb you?"
"Yes, the sound of a rifle shot."
"You knew it for a rifle shot?"
"It was unmistakable."
"What did you do?"
"I was in the midst of a most important passage, and I should probably
have taken no steps in the matter but that Ah Tsong knocked upon the
study door, to inform me that my wife had been awakened by the sound of
the shot. She is somewhat nervous and had rung for Ah Tsong, asking him
to see if all were well with me."
"Do I understand that she imagined the sound to have come from this
room?"
"When we are newly awakened from sleep, Mr. Harley, we retain only an
imperfect impression of that which awakened us.
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