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Page 96
"That is it, Inspector," replied Harley, smiling. "An instance of
professional jealousy."
"Professional jealousy?" cried the Inspector. "Allow me to remind you
that you have no official standing in this case whatever. You are
merely a member of the public, nothing more, nothing less."
"I am happy to be recognized as a member of that much-misunderstood
body."
"Ah, well, we shall see. Now, Mr. Camber, your attention, please."
He raised his finger impressively.
"I am informed by Miss Beverley that the late Colonel Menendez looked
upon you as a dangerous enemy."
"Were those her exact words?" I murmured.
"Mr. Knox!"
The inspector turned rapidly, confronting me. "I have already warned
your friend. But if I have any interruptions from you, I will have you
removed."
He continued to glare at me for some moments, and then, turning again
to Colin Camber:
"I say, I have information that Colonel Menendez looked upon you as a
dangerous neighbour."
"In that event," replied Colin Camber, "why did he lease an adjoining
property?"
"That's an evasion, sir. Answer my first question, if you please."
"You have asked me no question, Inspector."
"Oh, I see. That's your attitude, is it? Very well, then. Were you, or
were you not, an enemy of the late Colonel Menendez?"
"I was."
"What's that?"
"I say I was. I hated him, and I hate him no less in death than I hated
him living."
I think that I had never seen a man so taken aback, Inspector
Aylesbury, drawing out a large handkerchief blew his nose. Replacing
the handkerchief, he produced a note-book.
"I am placing that statement on record, sir," he said.
He made an entry in the book, and then:
"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?"
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