Bernard snorted.
“Well, what did Harrison say?”
“All I heard was: ‘—away from here! I’ll see you tomorrow, damn your dirty hide!’”
“What did you gather from that?” Landis asked. “Did Mr. Harrison’s tone indicate impatience, real anger, apprehension, perhaps?”
“Real anger, I should say, sir.”
“Why didn’t you tell us about the old man when we questioned you before?”
Stimson hesitated a moment.
“Well, sir,” he replied at length, “you asked me only about what happened this evening. And Mr. Bernard’s manner toward me led me to think that to volunteer information might be misunderstood.”
“How, misunderstood?” asked Bernard quietly.