“Let someone else attend to Mrs. Camber,” he cried, sharply. “I wish you to remain here.”
His detaining hand was already upon Camber’s shoulder when Harley’s arm shot out like a barrier across the Inspector’s chest, and Colin Camber proceeded on his way. Momentarily, he glanced aside, and I saw that his eyes were unnaturally bright.
“Thank you, Mr. Harley,” he said, and carried his wife from the room.
Harley dropped his arm, and crossing, stood staring out of the window. Inspector Aylesbury ran heavily to the door.
“Sergeant!” he called, “Sergeant! keep that man in sight. He must return here immediately.”
I heard the sound of heavy footsteps following Camber’s up the stairs, then Inspector Aylesbury turned, a bulky figure in the open doorway, and:
“Now, Mr. Harley,” said he, entering and reclosing the door, “you are a barrister, I understand. Very well, then, I suppose you are aware that you have resisted and obstructed an officer of the law in the execution of his duty.”
Paul Harley spun round upon his heel.
“Is that a charge,” he inquired, “or merely a warning?”
The two glared at one another for a moment, then: