Griffith looked about the room.
“Where was Jarnow?” he asked.
Harrison silently took his position in the chair, and slumped on the table — to indicate the position of the murdered man.
“And Windsor?” questioned Griffith.
Harrison pointed to the chair opposite.
Griffith sat in the place which Henry Windsor had occupied, and remained thoughtful for a few moments.
“What about the bullets?” he asked.
“They’re from Windsor’s gun,” replied Harrison, “His finger prints are on the gun, too. Windsor must have stood up to shoot; Jarnow was just about to get up; the bullets came downward at a slight angle.”
“How tall is Windsor?”
“About your height.”