“Now you’re here, you might help us a bit first,” he suggested. “Have you had any other house guests lately?”
“Mr. Brent was here over the last week-end.”
“I suppose he was busy with Mr. Harrison?”
“He was on Saturday. Sunday Uncle Joel hauled him off to shoot at the butts.”
“Suppose your uncle wanted a greenhorn to gloat over!”
“Oh, my, no! Uncle Joel would rather see good shooting. Mr. Brent is a peach of a shot. He and Uncle Joel are regular cronies over archery.”
“Have you lost a handkerchief?” asked Landis.
Isabelle fumbled about and produced one.
“Why, no! I don’t think I have,” she replied.
Landis held out the one he had found in the hall.