“I hear you,” said the Inspector, sarcastically.
“Very well, Inspector. You have come newly into this case, and I assure you that its apparent simplicity is illusive. As new facts come into your possession you will realize that what I say is perfectly true, and if you act now you will be acting hastily. All that I have learned I am prepared to place at your disposal. But I predict that the interference of Scotland Yard will be necessary before this enquiry is concluded. Therefore I suggest, since you have rejected my coöperation, that you obtain that of Detective Inspector Wessex, of the Criminal Investigation Department. In short, this is no one-man job. You will do yourself harm by jumping to conclusions, and cause unnecessary trouble to perfectly innocent people.”
“Is your statement concluded?” asked the Inspector.
“For the moment I have nothing to add.”
“Oh, I see. Very good. Then we can now get to business. Always with your permission, Mr. Harley.”
He took his stand before the fireplace, very erect, and invested with his most official manner. Mrs. Camber watched him in a way that was pathetic. Camber seemed to be quite composed, although his face was unusually pale.
“Now, Mr. Camber,” said the Inspector, “I find your answers to the questions which I have put to you very unsatisfactory.”
“I am sorry,” said Colin Camber, quietly.
“One moment, Inspector,” interrupted Paul Harley, “you have not warned Mr. Camber.”
Thereupon the long-repressed wrath of Inspector Aylesbury burst forth.
“Then I will warn you, sir!” he shouted. “One more word and you leave this house.”
