“You might suppose that I was trying to lead you away by introducing a—a species of red herring, sir!”
Bernard nodded.
“Very intelligent of you, Stimson.”
The butler offered no response.
“Thanks, Stimson. That’s all for just now.”
Landis rose and led the way back to the library.
CHAPTER XII
THE DECENCY NOT TO INQUIRE
When Stimson had resumed his seat at the end of the library, Landis recalled the policeman from the reception-room and set him on guard over the Japanese bow and arrows and over the servants. He posted the sergeant by the fire, a position from which he could watch the body of Harrison and prevent conversation among the guests and members of the household after the detectives had talked to them. Landis proposed to question them in turn, sending them into the library one at a time.
With the sergeant at his new post, Landis mounted to the second floor wing and knocked on Graham’s door. Graham himself opened it to disclose his wife in the background. Landis looked at her with interest, in time to catch a fading glimpse of the intimate hilarity common to happy newlyweds.