“Maybe these are steel-swined hog-backs, or whatever Joel calls ’em,” he reflected aloud, “but one of ’em killed Harrison and they’re made for this bow!”
“Which lets out Miss Mount and Susan!”
“I wasn’t seriously considering Miss Mount. It’s only that she has the best alibi. Allen is my pick.”
“Why?”
“I don’t quite know yet.”
“All right,” said Bernard. “Suppose we try our old plan again. We’ll compare notes as we go but follow our own theories. That will give us different angles of approach.”
“Suits me,” nodded Landis. “But first, is it or isn’t it an inside job?”
“I believe it is, though a man could have come through that sunken garden and the billiard-room and passed out the same way, as your friend Allen thoughtfully suggested.”
“If he knew the house and had prepared the bow. That doesn’t help much. Well, what’s your plan, sir?”
“I haven’t any. But I suggest that we nose around here for a bit longer. Something else may turn up.”