“He wasn’t here!”
“How do you know that? He lives near by. So does Doctor Stanford!” Bernard shook his head. “We’ll have to wait, young fellow. What about that handkerchief? Going to question Isabelle right away?”
“You mean I ought to wait! Unless a good opportunity turns up, I will wait until she feels more secure or shows signs that she knows she’s lost it.”
“Miss Mount is out of it,” ruminated Bernard. “So is Susan. That cuts it down a bit.”
“Why is Miss Mount out of it?” asked Landis suddenly.
Bernard stared.
“Because we know,” he drawled, “that she was in front of Harrison when he was shot in the back. And she was a long way from that Japanese bow.”
“The construction of which is such that it can’t shoot far—nor, presumably, very hard!” suggested Landis.
“If Joel is right! But Harrison may have fallen on the arrow in such a way as to drive it through his body!”