“No, sir, I did not come in the door at the end of the wing!” he grated. “Nor I didn’t shoot the Boss and sneak out through the billiard-room, either!”
“You’re in a great hurry to defend yourself,” said Bernard curiously. “We haven’t accused you—yet!”
“It sounded that way, sir!”
“Perhaps you’ve been questioned before?”
“Suppose you’ve been looking up my record,” Harley answered bitterly. “I was a bit wild as a kid but it was just bad luck my bein’ mixed up with that business. I had nothing to do with it.”
“We haven’t looked up your record,” said Landis in his friendly way. “You might as well save us time and tell us about it, Harley. What business was it?”
The chauffeur looked from one to the other suspiciously.
“You don’t know?” he demanded.
They shook their heads, watching him.