“Where were you and what else did you see up to the time we arrived tonight?” asked Bernard suddenly.
“I stayed in the kitchen for some time. There were three trays to go upstairs, for the two young ladies and Miss Mount. A little later I tried to close the windows in the library but the sergeant refused me admittance. I also kept going to the front door to admit the police, the doctor and the coroner. In the meantime we were serving dinner to Mrs. Graham and Mr. Russell and Mr. Allen, which kept me busy.”
“When did Mr. Graham eat his dinner?”
“He had something in the dining-room, sir, after the others had finished.”
“He was pretty busy, too,” smiled Landis. “Has Harrison quarreled with anyone recently, Stimson?”
The butler hesitated.
“He was rather given to quarreling, though not with the domestic staff as a rule.”
“Tell us the most recent instance, will you?”
“Three or four days ago, Wednesday, I believe, I happened to hear Mr. Harrison’s voice raised. The bell rang and I hurried into the library to find Mr. Harrison at his desk and Mr. Allen standing. Mr. Harrison—”
“How did they look!” snapped Bernard.