"That doesn't interest me. I mean up-to-date weapons."
"And a Colt revolver which I have in a drawer here."
As he spoke, Colin Camber opened a drawer in his desk and took out a
heavy revolver of the American Army Service pattern.
"I should like to examine it, if you please."
Camber passed it to the Inspector, and the latter, having satisfied
himself that none of the chambers were loaded, peered down the barrel,
and smelled at the weapon suspiciously.
"If it has been recently used it has been well cleaned," he said, and
placed it on a cabinet beside him. "Anything else?"
"Nothing."
"No sporting rifles?"
"None. I never shoot."
"Oh, I see."
The door opened and Mrs. Camber came in. She was very simply dressed,
and looked even more child-like than she had seemed before. I think Ah
Tsong had warned her of the nature of the ordeal which she was to
expect, but her wide-eyed timidity was nevertheless pathetic to
witness.
She glanced at me with a ghost of a smile, and:
"Ysola," said Colin Camber, inclining his head toward me in a grave
gesture of courtesy, "Mr. Knox has generously forgiven me a breach of
good manners for which I shall never forgive myself.
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