"May I suggest," he said, "that you will be called upon to do so under
circumstances which will brook no denial."
Colin Camber watched him unflinchingly.
"'The fate of every man is hung around his neck,'" he replied.
"Yet, in this secret history which you refuse to divulge, and which
therefore must count against you, the truth may lie which exculpates
you."
"It may be so. But my determination remains unaltered."
"Very well," answered Paul Harley, quietly, but I could see that he was
exercising a tremendous restraint upon himself. "I respect your
decision, but you have given me a giant's task, and for this I cannot
thank you, Mr. Camber."
I heard a car pulled up in the road outside the Guest House. Colin
Camber clenched his hands and sat down again in the carved chair.
"The opportunity has passed," said Harley. "The police are here."
CHAPTER XXIII
INSPECTOR AYLESBURY CROSS-EXAMINES
"Oh, I see," said Inspector Aylesbury, "a little private confab, eh?"
He sank his chin into its enveloping folds, treating Harley and myself
each to a stare of disapproval.
"These gentlemen very kindly called to advise me of the tragic
occurrence at Cray's Folly," explained Colin Camber.
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