“Yes. It doesn’t bother me much. It was the shock as much as anything. But I got some sleep. By the way, somebody told that doctor about Ethel’s burn and he insisted on looking at it. Rather officious, I thought. He talked about infection.”
Landis nodded without interest.
“I’ve sent your guardian angel down for his breakfast,” he said. “Want us to stay here until he comes back?”
“No need unless you want to.”
“Delighted, of course,” chuckled Landis. “However, you are safe enough. We won’t be gone long.”
Graham shook his head dubiously.
“Wish I could make head or tail of that business last night!” he said. “Daylight would make it seem like a crazy nightmare, if it weren’t for this arm of mine! It’s so blamed puzzling! Never mind!” he waved his hand.
They went out and shut the door. The hall was deserted. Trial of Miss Mount’s door proved it unlocked. They entered quickly and closed it behind them. Landis went to the chest of drawers and began a swift, methodical search of its contents.
“What you looking for, anyway?” demanded Bernard.
“Rope—fine twine or strong thread. Try the bureau!”