“I understand that a regulation rifle was used?”
“Yes,” said Inspector Aylesbury; “we have it.”
“And at what range did you say, Inspector?”
“Roughly, a hundred yards.”
“Possibly less,” murmured Harley.
“Hundred yards or less,” said Wessex, musingly; “and the obstruction met with in the case of a man shot in that way would be—” He looked towards Paul Harley.
“Less than if the bullet had struck the skull higher up,” was the reply. “It passed clean through.”
“Therefore,” continued Wessex, “I am waiting to hear, Inspector, where you found the bullet lodged?”
“Eh?” said the Inspector, and he slowly turned his prominent eyes in Harley’s direction. “Oh, I see. That’s why you wanted to examine the Tudor garden, is it?”
“Exactly,” replied Harley.