“I suppose you have scored, Mr. Harley,” he said, a certain hoarseness perceptible in his voice, “but I know my duty and I am not afraid to perform it. Now, Mr. Camber, did you, or did you not, at about twelve o’clock last night----” “Warn the accused,” murmured Harley. Inspector Aylesbury uttered a choking sound, but: “I have to warn you,” he said, “that your answers may be used as evidence. I will repeat: Did you, or did you not, at about twelve o’clock last night, shoot, with intent to murder, Colonel Juan Menendez?” Ysola Camber leapt up, clutching at her husband’s arm as if to hold him back. “I did not,” he replied, quietly. “Nevertheless,” continued the Inspector, looking aggressively at Paul Harley whilst he spoke, “I am going to detain you pending further enquiries.” Colin Camber inclined his head. “Very well,” he said; “you only do your duty.” The little fingers clutching his sleeve slowly relaxed, and Mrs. Camber, uttering a long sigh, sank in a swoon at his feet. “Ysola! Ysola!” he muttered. Stooping he raised the child-like figure. “If you will kindly open the door, Mr. Knox,” he said, “I will carry my wife to her room.” I sprang to the door and held it widely open. Colin Camber, deadly pale, but holding his head very erect, walked in the direction of the hallway with his pathetic burden. Mis-reading the purpose written upon the stern white face, Inspector Aylesbury stepped forward. “Let someone else attend to Mrs. Camber,” he cried, sharply. “I wish you to remain here.” His detaining hand was already upon Camber’s shoulder when Harley’s arm shot out like a barrier across the Inspector’s chest, and Colin Camber proceeded on his way. Momentarily, he glanced aside, and I saw that his eyes were unnaturally bright. “Thank you, Mr. Harley,” he said, and carried his wife from the room. Harley dropped his arm, and crossing, stood staring out of the window. Inspector Aylesbury ran heavily to the door. “Sergeant!” he called, “Sergeant! keep that man in sight. He must return here immediately.” I heard the sound of heavy footsteps following Camber’s up the stairs, then Inspector Aylesbury turned, a bulky figure in the open doorway, and: “Now, Mr. Harley,” said he, entering and reclosing the door, “you are a barrister, I understand. Very well, then, I suppose you are aware that you have resisted and obstructed an officer of the law in the execution of his duty.” Paul Harley spun round upon his heel. “Is that a charge,” he inquired, “or merely a warning?” The two glared at one another for a moment, then: “From now onward,” continued the Inspector, “I am going to have no more trouble with you, Mr. Harley. In the first place, I’ll have you looked up in the Law List; in the second place, I shall ask you to stick to your proper duties, and leave me to look after mine.”