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I thought it strange that having thus emphasized Madame's nationality he did not feel it incumbent upon him to explain the mystery of their kinship. However, he made no attempt to do so, and almost before we had lighted up, a racy little two-seater was driven around the gravel path by Carter, the chauffeur who had brought us to Cray's Folly from London.
Camber is anathema in Cray's Folly." "Colonel Menendez told me last night that he had never met Mr. Camber." Val Beverley shrugged her shoulders, a habit which it was easy to see she had acquired from Madame de Staemer. "Perhaps not," she replied, "but I am certain he hates him." "Hates Mr. Camber?" "Yes." Her expression grew troubled.
Because of his great wealth Juan succeeded in buying Cray's Folly from Sir James Appleton to whom it belonged. He told everybody he leased it, but really he bought it. He paid him more than twice its value, and so obtained possession. "But the plan was not yet complete, although it had taken form in that clever, wicked brain of his. Oh!
"On a table in the hallway of Cray's Folly," replied Colonel Menendez, impressively "so my house is named stands a case containing presentation gold plate. The moonlight of which I have spoken was shining fully upon this case, and does the burglar live who will pass such a prize and leave it untouched?" "I quite agree," said Harley, quietly, "that this is a very big point."
Not wishing to waste time, I followed by the shorter route. And now, gentlemen, let us begin." "Good," muttered Inspector Aylesbury. "But first of all," continued Harley, "I wish each one of you in turn to look out of the window of the hut, and down into the Tudor garden of Cray's Folly. Will you begin, Wessex?"
It is impossible to suppose that Colonel Menendez was unaware when he leased Cray's Folly that Camber occupied the Guest House." "And Mrs. Camber is a Cuban," I murmured. "Don't, Knox!" my friend implored. "This case is driving me mad. I have a conviction that it is going to prove my Waterloo." "My dear fellow," I said, "this mood is new to you."
On the day I first saw Senor Menendez walking in the garden of Cray's Folly I knew I must tell my husband what he had so often asked me to tell him the name of the man. I told him and at first I thought he would go mad. He began to drink do you know? It is a failing in his family. But because I knew because I knew I forgave him, and hoped, always hoped, that he would stop. He promised to do so.
I had hitherto counted an American freak dinner, organized by a lucky plunger and held at the Cafe de Paris, as the last word in extravagant feasting. But I learned now that what was caviare in Monte Carlo was ordinary fare at Cray's Folly. Colonel Menendez was an epicure with an endless purse. The excellence of one of the courses upon which I had commented led to a curious incident.
I presented myself at the Guest House at half-past eleven. My mental state was troubled and indescribably complex. Perhaps my own uneasy, thoughts were responsible for the idea, but it seemed to me that the atmosphere of Cray's Folly had changed yet again. Never before had I experienced a sense of foreboding like that which had possessed me throughout the hours of this bright summer's morning.
She had spoken on impulse, and seeing her swift embarrassment: "Miss Beverley," I said, "I am delighted to know that my company cheers you." Truth to tell my heart was beating rapidly, and, so selfish is the nature of man, I was more glad to learn that my company was acceptable to Val Beverley than I should have been to have had the riddle of Cray's Folly laid bare before me.
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