“In that event,” replied Colin Camber, “why did he lease an adjoining property?”
“That’s an evasion, sir. Answer my first question, if you please.”
“You have asked me no question, Inspector.”
“Oh, I see. That’s your attitude, is it? Very well, then. Were you, or were you not, an enemy of the late Colonel Menendez?”
“I was.”
“What’s that?”
“I say I was. I hated him, and I hate him no less in death than I hated him living.”
I think that I had never seen a man so taken aback, Inspector Aylesbury, drawing out a large handkerchief blew his nose. Replacing the handkerchief, he produced a note-book.
“I am placing that statement on record, sir,” he said.
He made an entry in the book, and then: