“Who invited you in, Miss Mount?”
“Nobody. My knock was not answered, so I opened the door. Then I heard them in Mrs. Graham’s room and called to ask if I could help. Mrs. Graham called to me to go in there. I did so. They were both in their night-clothes. Mr. Graham was embarrassed and left us. Mrs. Graham explained how she had burned herself so I got some salve and dressed her back for her. It was painful but not at all serious.”
“Anything else of interest?” inquired Landis smoothly.
Miss Mount glanced at him and her expression grew curiously wooden.
“I left them and went back to bed,” she replied.
Landis hesitated, decided to say no more and bowed to her.
“Thanks, Miss Mount,” he said. “We won’t disturb you again tonight.”
She bade them good night and moved away toward her room at her usual firm, unhurried pace. Landis and Bernard slowly descended to the ground floor, talking in low voices.
“From her window,” observed Landis, “Miss Mount could see Harrison at his desk through the near library window. She could also see the reception-room door through the middle library window.”