“Sit down, will you, Susan?” said Landis kindly. “We won’t keep you long. We won’t shout at you either!”
Susan obeyed.
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir!”
“Now,” he began, “did you dust the library today?”
“Yes, sir, this morning.”
“There’s a Japanese bow at the end of the library. Was it in its usual place when you dusted, Susan?”
“You mean that crooked-looking bow and string that belongs to that creepy figure all covered with scales, sir?”
“Yes, Susan. Was that bow in its usual place?”
“No, sir. Somebody’d moved it. It’s been across the back of that creature before. This morning it was on one end and leaning up against it, sort of.”
“Did you speak of the change to anyone?”