“No, I didn’t. I was splashing about and the bathrooms don’t open directly into the hall, so there were two closed doors between.”
“That disposes of five people at least,” said Landis. He turned to Bernard. “Now, if you agree, I’d like to ask Mr. Graham to go back a bit and tell us, so far as he knows of his own observation, what happened this afternoon and evening up to, during, and after the murder.”
Getting a nod from Bernard he eyed Graham inquiringly.
Graham cast one glance at his restive senior and took the plunge.
“Well,” he began, “Mr. Harrison went into town this morning and didn’t get back for lunch. Joel Harrison vanished somewhere and didn’t turn up either. The rest of us had lunch here—seven of us.
“After lunch we hung about for a little while and then the six of us—”
“Six?” interrupted Bernard.
“Yes. Mrs. Graham and I, the two girls, Russell and Allen. Miss Mount had disappeared. The six of us went down to the yacht club for a tea dance. We stayed at the club until after six and got back here about six-thirty or a little later.”
“Where did you all enter the house?” asked Bernard.