“About half-past ten.”
“Did you leave the Colonel well?”
“No, he had been unwell all day. He had remained in his room.”
“Had he asked you to sit up?”
“Not at all; our vigil was quite voluntary.”
“Very well, then, you were in your room when the shot was fired?”
“On the contrary, I was on the path in front of the house.”
“Oh, I see. The front door was open, then?”
“Not at all. Pedro had locked up for the night.”
“And locked you out?”
“No; I descended from my window by means of a ladder which I had brought with me for the purpose.”
“With a ladder? That’s rather extraordinary, Mr. Harley.”
“It is extraordinary. I have strange habits.”
Inspector Aylesbury cleared his throat again and looked frowningly across at my friend.
“What part of the grounds were you in when the shot was fired?” he demanded.
“Halfway along the north side.”
“What were you doing?”
“I was running.”
“Running?”
“You see, Inspector, I regarded it as my duty to patrol the grounds of the house at nightfall, since, for all I knew to the contrary, some of the servants might be responsible for the attempts of which the Colonel complained. I had descended from the window of my room, had passed entirely around the house east to west, and had returned to my starting-point when Mr.
