“Yes, sir, we understood each other after that. He never bothered me again.”
“I understand,” said Landis, “that he seldom had any words with the—er—domestic staff, Helen.”
“He didn’t, sir. Susan was afraid of him but I don’t believe he bothered her—much.”
Landis ignored this inviting topic.
“He quarreled with members of the household though?”
“Oh, yes, sir. He quarreled and argued and jumped on Miss Anita and Miss Mount and his brother, sir, but mostly Mr. Joel. He was always at his brother.”
“Anyone else, Helen?”
The girl thought a moment, tucking away a strand of pretty hair.
“Well, he had a row with a Doctor Stanford, I heard. But I don’t know what it was about. And on Saturday I happened to hear him shouting at Mr. Brent, sir.”