“Madame de Stämer?”
He nodded grimly.
“When the rifle cracked out, Knox, she knew! Remember, no one had told her the truth. Yet can you doubt that she knows?”
“I don’t doubt it.”
“Neither do I.” He clenched his teeth tightly and beat his fists upon the coverlet. “I was dreading that our friend the Inspector would ask a question which to my mind was very obvious.”
“You mean?—”
“Well, what investigator whose skull contained anything more useful than bubbles would have failed to ask if Colonel Menendez had an enemy in the neighbourhood?”
“No one,” I admitted; “but I fear the poor man is sadly out of his depth.”
“He is wading hopelessly, Knox, but even he cannot fail to learn about Camber to-morrow.”
He stared at me in a curiously significant manner.