“Where did you first meet Colonel Menendez?” he asked.
“I never met him in my life.”
“What’s that?”
Colin Camber merely shrugged his shoulders.
“I will repeat my question,” said the Inspector, pompously. “Where did you first meet Colonel Juan Menendez?”
“I have answered you, Inspector.”
“Oh, I see. You decline to answer that question. Very well, I will make a note of this.” He did so. “And now,” said he, “what were you doing at midnight last night?”
“I was writing.”
“Where?”
“Here.”
“What happened?”
Very succinctly Colin Camber repeated the statement which he had already made to Paul Harley, and, at its conclusion:
“Send for the man, Ah Tsong,” directed Inspector Aylesbury.
Colin Camber inclined his head, clapped his hands, and silently Ah Tsong entered.
The Inspector stared at him for several moments as a visitor to the Zoo might stare at some rare animal; then:
“Your name is Ah Tsong?” he began.
“Ah Tsong,” murmured the Chinaman.
“I am going to ask you to give an exact account of your movements last night.”
“No sabby.”
Inspector Aylesbury cleared his throat.
“I say I wish to know exactly what you did last night. Answer me.”
