“I’ve a couple of questions I forgot to ask you,” he said. “One of ’em is: have you seen that Japanese bow anywhere else about the house during the past week, or seen anyone near it?”
“No, I haven’t, Mr. Landis. I would have told you.”
Landis nodded.
“I just wanted to make sure. Well, do you know of anyone doing any shooting on the third floor since last Tuesday—anyone at all?”
“I don’t believe anyone has been shooting up there since Tuesday. You mean that hole in the target we found?”
“Yes. It was made since Tuesday, not before.”
“Then I don’t know who could have made it!”
“All right. Have you heard any rows between Harrison and anyone at all since you’ve been here? They may be just as important indirectly as directly.”
Graham sat in silence for a moment, thinking.
“Last Sunday night,” he told them suddenly, “Mr. Harrison called me into the library. While we were talking, Anita came in and said something to him in an undertone. I did not hear what she said but her father lashed out at her aloud: ‘I like him, all right,’ he shouted, ‘but he’s not for you, see?’”