“Yes. I changed it to Craig when I got to New York.”
“Thanks,” said Bernard gruffly. “Now, between the time you went to your room and the scream you heard, did you see anyone about the house at all?”
“I never left our rooms, Mr. Bernard! So I saw nobody except Ray and Helen Stokes.”
“Did you happen to overhear any quarrels between Mr. Harrison and anyone at all?”
“No, I didn’t. Sometimes he was pretty harsh to his brother at the table. They didn’t exactly quarrel because Mr. Joel Harrison always tried to laugh it off.”
Each detective waited for the other to go on with further questions. Finally Landis rose to his feet.
“That’s all, Mrs. Graham. Thanks a lot. I’ll take you back to your husband.”
With a smile at Bernard, a smile that held just a touch of wistfulness as though entreating his good opinion of her, she rose with graceful ease and preceded Landis into the hall. He followed her to the library and in the doorway beckoned to Graham.
In the drawing-room, Landis waved Graham to a chair.