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By such steps my thoughts led me on to the pathetic figure of Ysola Camber. Save for the faithful Ah Tsong she was alone in that house to which tragedy had come unbidden, unforeseen. I doubted if she had a woman friend in all the countryside.
Again he addressed Ah Tsong in Chinese, and although the man's wrinkled ivory face exhibited no trace of emotion, a deep understanding was to be read in those oblique eyes; and a second time Ah Tsong turned and trotted back to the study. I could hear a muttered colloquy in progress, and suddenly the gaunt figure of Colin Camber burst into view.
Paul Harley, with Wessex and Inspector Aylesbury, presently set out for Market Hilton, where Colin Camber and Ah Tsong were detained and where the body of Colonel Menendez had been conveyed for the purpose of the post-mortem. I had volunteered to remain at Cray's Folly, my motive being not wholly an unselfish one. "Refer reporters to me, Mr. Knox," said Inspector Wessex.
She led us through the rear portion of the house, and past the quarters of Ah Tsong into that neglected garden which I remembered so well. "There you are, sir, and may Heaven help you to find the truth." "Rest assured that the truth will be found, Mrs. Powis," I answered.
But the place cried aloud for the service of the decorator, and it did not need the deductive powers of a Paul Harley to determine that Mr. Colin Camber was in straitened circumstances. In response to my ringing the door was presently opened by Ah Tsong. His yellow face exhibited no trace of emotion whatever. He merely opened the door and stood there looking at me. "Is Mr. Camber at home?"
Henley, I do not feel inclined for bed; and if you are of the same mind, should be glad of your company." Paul was glad of an excuse to sit up, and so settled himself upon the sofa, absorbed in meditation. The firelight flickered over their faces and the strange pictures on the wall, and the head of Tsong Kapa shone more plainly than ever before.
You have heard how it used to be in those islands in the old days, but now you think it is so different? I used to think it was different, too. On the first night my father was away, Ah Tsong, who had gone out, was so long returning I became afraid. Then a strange negro came with news that he had been taken ill with cholera, and was lying at a place not far from the house.
I saw that Colin Camber had detected my interest, for: "Ah Tsong is really my wife's servant," he explained. "Oh," she said in a low voice, and looked at me earnestly, "Ah Tsong nursed me when I was a little baby so high." She held her hand about four feet from the floor and laughed gleefully. "Can you imagine what a funny little thing I was?" "You must have been a wonder-child, Mrs.
Colin Camber inclined his head, clapped his bands, and silently Ah Tsong entered. The Inspector stared at him for several moments as a visitor to the Zoo might stare at some rare animal; then: "Your name is Ah Tsong?" he began. "Ah Tsong," murmured the Chinaman. "I am going to ask you to give an exact account of your movements last night." "No sabby." Inspector Aylesbury cleared his throat.
A possible explanation is that the household had been aroused by the sound of the shot, and that Ah Tsong had been directed to go out and see if he could learn what had happened. At any rate, I waited no longer, but returned by the same route.
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