Again I detected the startled expression upon Val Beverley’s face.
“That is rather curious, since you are staying here.”
“Why?”
“Well,” she looked about her nervously, “I don’t know the reason, but the name of Mr. 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 Stämer.
“Perhaps not,” she replied, “but I am certain he hates him.”
“Hates Mr. Camber?”
“Yes.” Her expression grew troubled. “It is another of those mysteries which seem to be part of Colonel Menendez’s normal existence.”
“And is this dislike mutual?”