“Mr. Graham was able to walk! He had his hand on his arm. It was easy to see that the arrow had pierced him there. A wound in the arm is seldom mortal, Mr. Bernard!”
The two detectives eyed her steadily for a moment.
“Is that all?” she inquired at last.
“That’s all—for the present!” Bernard’s tone was ominous and threatening.
Miss Mount rose and started calmly for the hall.
“You’ll wait in the reception-room, please!” snapped Bernard, “where Harrison was murdered!”
Miss Mount whirled, stared at him furiously for a moment, then turned on her heel and walked into the front room without a word.