“Only Miss Mount, sir,” she declared at last. “She came down to the kitchen to speak to Cook. She was in the dining-room to look at the table. When I came through with the cocktail glasses she followed me down the hall to the front room. And then, sir, the thing happened!”
“Didn’t Stimson come in with the cocktails first and didn’t you pour them out, Susan?”
“Yes, sir. We poured them out at the table by the window and I was bringing some of them back on a tray to stand near the hall door with them when Mr. Harrison came into the doorway from the library.”
“Where was Miss Mount then and where was Stimson?”
“Mr. Stimson had gone back to the dining-room and Miss Mount was just closing the side window.”
“Well, exactly what happened?”
“All of a sudden Mr. Harrison turned round and fell. He gave a kind of shout. I screamed and dropped the cocktails and Miss Mount ran to him and lifted him. Then I saw the arrow under him and I just lost my wits.”
“When did you regain them, Susan?” asked Landis.
“I was in the kitchen and somebody was pinching me!”
“Excellent,” said Landis obscurely. “I suppose you don’t remember what happened between, do you?”