“What time was that, Harley?” asked Bernard.
“About seven. Maybe a bit after, sir.”
“All right. You went to the kitchen—?”
“I just stuck my head in, said ‘Hello’ to my wife and cracked a joke with Susan. Then I went upstairs to clean up. I took my time over it and knew nothing about the murder until I came downstairs about eight.”
“Any idea who killed Harrison?” asked Landis.
“No, sir, I haven’t.”
“Can you remember exactly where you drove him during the last week, Harley?” Bernard cut in.
“Let’s see, sir. Last Sunday I drove him and Mrs. Graham to the yacht club. He took her for a sail and I drove them back in time for dinner. On Monday I drove him and Mr. Graham into town and dropped them at their offices. About four I went into town again, picked up Mr. Harrison, stopped for Mr. Graham at his office and drove them out here.”
“Did their relations seem amicable?” inquired Landis.