“Now that we’ve gone over the ground a bit,” he said, “I wish you’d give me a list of the people in the house, will you?”
“Let’s see,” Graham began quickly, “the two girls, Isabelle and Anita—”
“Were they both at home this evening when their father was murdered?” interrupted Bernard.
“Oh, yes. We were all here. It was just at dinner time, you see.”
“All here, eh? All right. Go ahead.”
“Then there’s Mr. Joel Harrison, the brother. At least, I suppose he was in the house at the time. I didn’t see him. Miss Mount was here, of course. So were Mrs. Graham and I, Russell and Allen whom you saw in the billiard-room and Mr. Harrison himself. That covers the family and the guests staying here but not the servants, of course.”
“Is there a Mrs. Harrison?” asked Landis.
“She died many years ago, soon after Anita was born,” Brent volunteered shortly. To observe his junior holding the center of the stage seemed to irk him.
“Thank you,” said Landis. “What about the servants, Mr. Graham?”