The face of Inspector Aylesbury grew very red.
"I had deferred looking for the bullet," he explained, "as the case was
already as clear as daylight. Probably Mr. Harley has discovered it."
"I have," said Harley, shortly.
"Is it the regulation bullet?" asked Wessex.
"It is. I found it embedded in one of the yew trees."
"There you are!" exclaimed Aylesbury. "There isn't the ghost of a
doubt."
Wessex looked at Harley in undisguised perplexity.
"I must say, Mr. Harley," he admitted, "that I have never met with a
clearer case."
"Neither have I," agreed Harley, cheerfully. "I am going to ask
Inspector Aylesbury to return here after nightfall. There is a little
experiment which I should like to make, and which would definitely
establish my case."
"_Your_ case?" said Aylesbury.
"My case, yes."
"You are not going to tell me that you still persist in believing
Camber to be innocent?"
"Not at all. I am merely going to ask you to return at nightfall to
assist me in this minor investigation."
"If you ask my opinion," said the Inspector, "no further evidence is
needed."
"I don't agree with you," replied Harley, quietly.
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