“What do you mean by ‘not as a rule,’ Stimson? Did he ever stoop?”
“Yes, sir. He was a very tall man and had a habit of stooping as he passed under a chandelier or through a doorway. Why do you ask, if I may inquire, sir?”
“Just curiosity! Thanks very much, Stimson. That’s all for just now.”
The butler bowed and withdrew. Landis waited until his footsteps died away toward the back of the hall. Then he hurried to the quiver which Stimson had restored to its place, drew out an arrow and handed it to Bernard.
“Now come down to this end where Harrison was shot!”
Bernard followed him, puzzled and growling. At the doorway into the reception-room, Landis faced away from the library and stood erect. “Now,” he said, “put the point of the arrow against me where it entered Harrison and at about the same angle, will you, sir? Got it?”
“Of course I’ve got it,” snorted Bernard and prodded him with it. “Great jumping—”
“Wait!” cried Landis. “Now, as I stoop and turn a very little, keep the arrow in the same relative position to my body?”
“It’s done,” said Bernard, “and you’ve got a head on your shoulders, young man!”