“We vary our tune a bit. Why didn’t you go straight to the drawing-room with your brothers?”
Henry jumped, seemed to pull himself together, and said: “I didn’t at first see what you meant. Hustling tactics, I perceive. I went to the hall door to see if they’d gone.”
“Anybody in the hall?” Henry shook his head. “Or the landing?”
“No.”
“Or the passage?”
“No.”
“How long were you about it?”
“Not long enough to find a meat skewer and kill my uncle.”
“Where was the meat skewer?”
“ I don’t know,” said Henry. “We had it in our charade. I suppose it was either in—”