“I see. You are very sure of that, eh?”
Allen’s black eyes bored into the blue ones of his questioner for a moment.
“Oh, yes. I’m quite sure!”
“Do you happen to know of any quarrel between Harrison and anyone else, lately?”
“He—he rowed with a lot of people, I fancy.”
“Can you give us a specific instance—or several?”
“He rowed with his brother at meals, shouted at Miss Mount now and then, rowed both his daughters, too.”
“I see. Did you have a row with him yourself?”
Allen laughed.