Camber as an
enemy, and Miss Beverley, here, admitted that it was true. Yet although
he was an enemy, nobody ever seems to have spoken to him, and he swears
that he had never spoken to Colonel Menendez."
"Yes?" said Madame, listlessly, "is that so?"
"It is so, Madame, and now you tell me that you have never met him."
"I did tell you so, yes."
"His wife, then?"
"I never met his wife," said Madame, rapidly.
"But it is a fact that Colonel Menendez regarded him as an enemy?"
"It is a fact-yes."
"Ah, now we are coming to it. What was the cause of this?"
"I cannot tell you."
"Do you mean that you don't know?"
"I mean that I cannot tell you."
"Oh," said the Inspector, blankly, "I see. That's not helping me very
much, is it?"
"No, it is no help," said Madame, twirling a ring upon her finger.
The Inspector cleared his throat again, then:
"There had been other attempts, I believe, at assassination?" he asked.
Madame nodded.
"Several."
"Did you witness any of these?"
"None of them."
"But you know that they took place?"
"Juan--Colonel Menendez--had told me so."
"And he suspected that there was someone lurking about this house?"
"Yes.
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