“What makes you think Mr. Harrison was shot with that bow?” inquired Bernard.
“Why, sir, you’ve been asking me about it!”
“Fair enough,” smiled Landis. “Now, Susan, there’s a door at the end of the wing leading out to the garage. Did you lock that door any time this afternoon or this evening?”
“I, lock it, sir? I haven’t touched it!”
“All right. Now several of the household were shooting on the third floor last Tuesday, Susan. Have you heard or seen anyone shooting up there since Tuesday?”
Susan shook her head blankly.
“No, sir!”
“Have you seen that Japanese bow anywhere else in the house except there in the library where it belongs?”
“Why, no, sir!”
“You haven’t seen it lying about or seen anyone carrying it, Susan?”