They knocked and entered to find Graham sitting up, his flushed face turned eagerly toward the door. They saw that his right arm was tightly bandaged.
“Thank the Lord you’ve come,” he said hoarsely. “The butler came up to tell me you were back. Being the object of an attempted murder is a little out of my line!” He managed a wry smile but it was easy to see that he was feverish and badly shaken by his wound.
“Lie down, old chap,” said Landis soothingly. “Tell us about it if you feel able. Is the wound a bad one?”
“Not at all dangerous, the doctor says. It went through the inner side of my upper arm here and scraped the bone, so it’s fairly painful. But the shock of it upset me a bit.”
“Feel up to telling us about it?”
“You bet I do! I want to get it off my chest before they have another try and get me! Crazy thing is, so far as I know, I haven’t an enemy in the world!”
Landis nodded.
“What happened exactly?”
Graham lay back on his pillow and passed his left hand across his forehead.
“I—they all went to the funeral. Even Ethel went. She and Miss Mount are great friends and Miss Mount urged her to go along and keep her company. I guess Ethel wanted to go anyway because Mr. Harrison was so nice to her.”