Landis introduced them and Graham’s face brightened a little.
“Glad to meet you, sir! If you’re here officially, we’re lucky. Of course, I know your name—”
“And never heard of mine,” Landis smiled. “Well, Mr. Bernard is going to help us!”
Graham’s features relaxed in a smile that betrayed signs of strain. He was of the clear-cut, capable, rather highly strung type of young business man whose good breeding and rigid code of ethics often lead to the law.
“The coroner has been here and gone again,” he explained. “He’s coming back in the morning for the body.”
Landis studied the direct, dark blue eyes.
“Who sent for me?” he inquired.
“I did. The coroner agreed that expert help was advisable and arranged your papers with the local authorities.”
“Why?” asked Bernard suddenly.
“Because the murder looks like an inside job, Mr. Bernard!” Graham smoothed his short brown hair nervously. “But you can judge for yourself, of course.”