The bullet was
fired from a Lee-Enfield beyond doubt."
I stared at him uncomprehendingly.
"Then I am utterly out of my depth, Harley. It, appears to me that the
case against Camber is finally and fatally complete. Only the motive
remains to be discovered, and I flatter myself that I have already
detected this."
"I am certainly inclined to think," admitted Harley, "that there is a
good deal in your theory."
"Then, Harley," I said in bewilderment, "you do believe that Camber
committed the murder?"
"On the contrary," he replied, "I am certain that he did not."
I stood quite still.
"You are certain?" I began.
"I told you that the test of my theory, Knox, was to be looked for in
the seventh yew from the northeast corner of the Tudor garden, did I
not?"
"You did. And it is there. A bullet fired from a Lee-Enfield rifle;
beyond any possible shadow of doubt the bullet which killed Colonel
Menendez."
"Beyond any possible shadow of doubt, as you say, Knox, the bullet
which killed Colonel Menendez."
"Therefore Camber is guilty?"
"On the contrary, therefore Camber is innocent!"
"What!"
"You are persistently overlooking one little point, Knox," said Harley,
mounting the steps on to the gravel path.
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