Now, Mr. Camber, did you, or did you not, at about twelve
o'clock last night----"
"Warn the accused," murmured Harley.
Inspector Aylesbury uttered a choking sound, but:
"I have to warn you," he said, "that your answers may be used as
evidence. I will repeat: Did you, or did you not, at about twelve
o'clock last night, shoot, with intent to murder, Colonel Juan
Menendez?"
Ysola Camber leapt up, clutching at her husband's arm as if to hold
him back.
"I did not," he replied, quietly.
"Nevertheless," continued the Inspector, looking aggressively at
Paul Harley whilst he spoke, "I am going to detain you pending
further enquiries."
Colin Camber inclined his head.
"Very well," he said; "you only do your duty."
The little fingers clutching his sleeve slowly relaxed, and Mrs.
Camber, uttering a long sigh, sank in a swoon at his feet.
"Ysola! Ysola!" he muttered. Stooping he raised the child-like figure.
"If you will kindly open the door, Mr. Knox," he said, "I will carry my
wife to her room."
I sprang to the door and held it widely open.
Colin Camber, deadly pale, but holding his head very erect, walked in
the direction of the hallway with his pathetic burden.
Pages:
272
273
274
275
276
277
278
279
280
281
282
283
284
285
286
287
288
289
290
291
292
293
294
295
296