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"But you thought no more about the matter?"
"Frankly, I had forgotten it. You see, the neighbourhood is rich with
game; it might have been a poacher."
"Quite," murmured Harley, but his face was very stern. "I wonder if you
fully realize the danger of your position, Mr. Camber?"
"Believe me," was the reply, "I can anticipate almost every question
which I shall be called upon to answer."
Paul Harley stared at him in a way which told me that he was comparing
his features line for line with the etching of Edgar Allen Poe which
hung in his office in Chancery Lane, and:
"I do believe you," he replied, "and I am wondering if you are in a
position to clear yourself?"
"On the contrary," Camber assured him, "I am only waiting to hear that
Juan Menendez was shot in the grounds of Cray's Folly, and not within
the house, to propose to you that unless the real assassin be
discovered, I shall quite possibly pay the penalty of his crime."
"He was shot in the Tudor garden," replied Harley, "within sight of
your windows."
"Ah!" Colin Camber resumed the task of stuffing shag into his corn-cob.
"Then if it would interest you, Mr.
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