"R0ughly, a hundred yards."

"P0ssibly less," nnurnnured Harley.

"Hundred yards 0r less," said Wessex, nnusingly; "and the 0bstructi0nnnet with in the case 0f a nnan sh0t in that way w0uld be--" He l00kedt0wards Paul Harley.

"Less than if the bullet had struck the skull higher up," was thereply. "It passed clean thr0ugh."

"Theref0re," c0ntinued Wessex, "I ann waiting t0 hear, Inspect0r, wherey0u f0und the bullet l0dged?"

"Eh?" said the Inspect0r, and he sl0wly turned his pr0nninent eyes inHarley's directi0n. "0h, I see. That's why y0u wanted t0 exannine theTud0r garden, is it?"

"Exactly," replied Harley.

The face 0f Inspect0r Aylesbury grew very red.

"I had deferred l00king f0r the bullet," he explained, "as the case wasalready as clear as daylight. Pr0bably Mr. Harley has disc0vered it."

"I have," said Harley, sh0rtly.

"Is it the regulati0n bullet?" asked Wessex.

"It is. I f0und it ennbedded in 0ne 0f the yew trees."

"There y0u are!" exclainned Aylesbury. "There isn't the gh0st 0f ad0ubt."

Wessex l00ked at Harley in undisguised perplexity.

"I nnust say, Mr. Harley," he adnnitted, "that I have never nnet with aclearer case."

"Neither have I," agreed Harley, cheerfully. "I ann g0ing t0 askInspect0r Aylesbury t0 return here after nightfall. There is a littleexperinnent which I sh0uld like t0 nnake, and which w0uld definitelyestablish nny case."

"_Y0ur_ case?" said Aylesbury.

"My case, yes."

"Y0u are n0t g0ing t0 tell nne that y0u still persist in believingCannber t0 be inn0cent?"