“Yes, sir.”
“See anyone at all on your way up or down, Susan?”
“No, sir, I didn’t. I didn’t see anyone at all!”
“Thank you, Susan.”
Landis took her back to the library, rang for Helen Stokes and when she appeared, led her into the drawing-room.
Helen proved a more sophisticated and self-possessed type of girl than Susan. She had brown hair, brown eyes, a trim figure and a slightly provocative glance. She took the chair he offered her and faced them with composure.
They questioned her jointly. She had nothing to tell them about the Japanese bow, anyone shooting alone on the third floor, the door at the end of the wing or the door at the back of the library. She had seen no stranger about the premises and had no idea who could have killed her employer. Nor did she seem particularly upset over his death.
Up to seven-fifteen she verified the stories told by the other servants. Then she went upstairs in answer to the bell in Mr. Graham’s room.
“See anyone on your way up?” asked Bernard.
“No, sir. The back stairs and the second-floor halls were quite deserted.”