“Why not, Miss Harrison?”
“I—I don’t know. Only it seems so absurd!”
Landis asked his usual question as to her whereabouts between six-thirty and seven-thirty that evening. She had been in her bath or her bedroom the entire time.
“What did you do when you heard Susan scream?”
“I ran to my door and peeked out. I hadn’t any dress on. Susan was carrying on downstairs and—”
“Did you see anyone when you peeked out?”
“I—I think so! Yes, Uncle Joel was wandering around in his dressing-gown!”
“Wandering around where, Miss Harrison?”
She started a little.