Occupied with these, and even more troubled thoughts, I was making my
way toward the library, undetermined how to act, when I saw Val
Beverley coming along the corridor which communicated with Madame de
Staemer's room.
I read a welcome in her eyes which made my heart beat the faster.
"Oh, Mr. Knox," she cried, "I am so glad you have returned. Tell me all
that has happened, for I feel in some way that I am responsible for
it."
I nodded gravely.
"You know, then, where Inspector Aylesbury went when he left here,
after his interview with you?"
She looked at me pathetically.
"He went to the Guest House, of course."
"Yes," I said; "he was close behind us."
"And"--she hesitated--"Mr. Camber?"
"He has been detained."
"Oh!" she moaned. "I could hate myself! Yet what could I say, what
could I do?"
"Just tell me all about it," I urged. "What were the Inspector's
questions?"
"Well," explained the girl, "he had evidently learned from someone,
presumably one of the servants, that there was enmity between Mr.
Camber and Colonel Menendez. He asked me if I knew of this, and of
course I had to admit that I did.
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