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Not until I moved to depart was this silence broken, then: "Ah, well," said an old fellow, evidently a farm-hand, "we know now why he was priming of hisself with the drink, we do." "Aye!" came a growling chorus. I came out of the Lavender Arms full of a knowledge that so far as Mid- Hatton was concerned, Colin Camber was already found guilty.
"This hypothesis, Knox, does not embrace the Bat Wing episodes." "If Menendez has lied upon one point," I returned, "it is permissible to suppose that his entire story was merely a tissue of falsehood." "I see. But why did he bring me to Cray's Folly?" "Don't you understand, Harley?" I cried, excitedly. "He really feared for his life, since he knew that Camber had discovered the intrigue."
"He may be, and that he is a genius of some kind I am quite prepared to believe. But having had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Colin Camber, I am not prepared to believe him capable of murder." I suppose I spoke with a certain air of triumph, for Paul Harley regarded me silently for a while. "You seem to be taking this case out of my hands, Knox," he said.
"My dear sir," I said, genially, "we must bow to the law, I suppose. At least we are better off here than in America." "Ah, that is true," agreed Mr. Camber, throwing his head back and speaking the words as though they possessed some deep dramatic significance. "Yes, but such laws are an insult to every intelligent man."
"You mean ?" asked Camber, eagerly. "I mean that if you killed Menendez, you are a madman, and I have formed the opinion during our brief conversation that you are brilliantly sane." Colin Camber rose and bowed in that old-world fashion which was his. "I am obliged to you, Mr. Harley," he replied. "But has Mr. Knox informed you of my bibulous habits?" Paul Harley nodded.
Inspector Aylesbury uttered an inarticulate, grunting sound, but I, who knew Harley so well, could see that he felt himself to be upon the eve of a signal triumph. What he proposed to do, I had no idea, save that it was designed to clear Colin Camber.
Then one sunny afternoon I went out by the road past Camber Castle across Rye Foreign for Winchelsea on its hill some two miles from Rye to the west. There is surely nothing in the world quite like Winchelsea.
In spite of his untidy appearance I could not fail to mark the dignity of his bearing, and the almost arrogant angle at which he held his head. "Mr er Malcolm Knox?" he began, fixing his large eyes upon me with a look in which I could detect no sign of recognition. "I am advised that you desire to see me?" "That is so, Mr. Camber," I replied, cheerily.
He had the utmost faith in Paul Harley, but it was evident enough that he was oppressed by the weight of evidence against Camber. I divined the fact that he was turning over in his mind the idea of the frame-up, and endeavouring to re-adjust the established facts in accordance with this new point of view. We were admitted to the Guest House by Mrs.
Cambria was so called from Camber, son of Brutus, for Brutus, descending from the Trojans, by his grandfather, Ascanius, and father, Silvius, led the remnant of the Trojans, who had long been detained in Greece, into this western isle; and having reigned many years, and given his name to the country and people, at his death divided the kingdom of Wales between his three sons.
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