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Page 122
"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. "I spoke of the seventh yew
tree from the northeast corner of the garden."
"Well?"
"Well, my dear fellow, surely you observed that the bullet was embedded
in the ninth?"
I was still groping for the significance of this point when, re-
crossing the hall, we entered the library again, to find Inspector
Aylesbury posed squarely before the mantelpiece stating his case to
Wessex.
"You see," he was saying, in his most oratorical manner, as we entered,
"every little detail fits perfectly into place. For instance, I find
that a woman, called Mrs. Powis, who for the past two years had acted
as housekeeper at the Guest House and never taken a holiday, was sent
away recently to her married daughter in London. See what that means?
Her room is at the back of the house, and her evidence would have been
fatal. Ah Tsong, of course, is a liar. I made up my mind about that the
moment I clapped eyes on him. Mrs. Camber is the only innocent party.
She was asleep in the front of the house when the shot was fired, and I
believe her when she says that she cannot swear to the matter of
distance."
"A very interesting case, Inspector," said Wessex, glancing at Harley.
"I have not examined the body yet, but I understand that it was a clean
wound through the head."
"The bullet entered at the juncture of the nasal and frontal bones,"
explained Harley, rapidly, "and it came out between the base of the
occipital and first cervical. Without going into unpleasant surgical
details, the wound was a perfectly _straight_ one. There was no
ricochet."
"I understand that a regulation rifle was used?"
"Yes," said Inspector Aylesbury; "we have it."
"And at what range did you say, Inspector?"
"Roughly, a hundred yards."
"Possibly less," murmured Harley.
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