Isabelle followed him and sat down near Bernard. Landis selected a chair facing her.
“What was it?” he asked confidentially.
“It’s funny,” Isabelle exploded, “about ’Nita coming down that right-hand flight of stairs!”
There was a faintly vicious note in her voice.
“It certainly is queer,” admitted Landis.
Isabelle shifted restlessly.
“Where are you going to sleep tonight?” she asked with no great interest.
“Here in the house if it’s convenient.”
“I’ll call Stimson.” She started to rise. Landis checked her with a friendly gesture.