Bernard’s face softened and grew very kind.
“In fact, you hated him, eh?”
The butler’s dark eyes did not waver. Both Landis and Bernard saw the smoldering fire that crept into them.
“Yes, sir,” Stimson nodded slowly, “I did.”
“So you shot him,” murmured Bernard.
Stimson shook his head as slowly. “No, sir. I did not shoot him,” he replied.
“But you know who did!” thundered Bernard.
“No, I do not, sir!”
Again Bernard’s tone changed.
“Who else hated him then, Stimson?” he asked gently.