“I have expressed my opinion,” he said, finally, walking out of the room; “I shall leave the responsibility to you, Inspector Aylesbury. Good morning, gentlemen.”
Inspector Aylesbury scratched his chin.
“That’s awkward,” he muttered. “The evidence of this woman is highly important.”
He turned toward us, doubtingly, whereupon Harley stood up, yawning.
“If I can be of any further assistance to you, Inspector,” said my friend, “command me. Otherwise, I feel sure you will appreciate the fact that both Mr. Knox and myself are extremely tired, and have passed through a very trying ordeal.”
“Yes,” replied Inspector Aylesbury, “that’s all very well, but I find myself at a deadlock.”
“You surprise me,” declared Harley.
“I can see nothing to be surprised about,” cried the Inspector. “When I was called in it was already too late.”
“Most unfortunate,” murmured Harley, disagreeably. “Come along, Knox, you look tired to death.”
“One moment, gentlemen,” the Inspector insisted, as I stood up. “One moment. There is a little point which you may be able to clear up.”
Harley paused, his hand on the door knob, and turned.
“The point is this,” continued the Inspector, frowning portentously and lowering his chin so that it almost disappeared into the folds of his neck, “I have now interviewed all the inmates of Cray’s Folly except the ladies. It appears to me that four people had not gone to bed. There are you two gentlemen, who have explained why I found you in evening dress, Colonel
