Graham shook his head: “Afraid I didn’t.”
“All right. How did you get to your rooms?”
“We went up the main stairs and through the right angle of hall into the wing.”
“Was there anybody about at that time?” asked Landis.
“I don’t think so. To tell you the truth, I didn’t notice. Mrs. Graham and I were having a bit of a scuffle—”
Here Brent delivered himself of a faint snort.
“Go on,” Landis encouraged with a smile. “How did it happen that with an hour to dress, you were in the tub at seven-thirty?”
Graham hesitated and flushed a little. “The fact is, Ethel and I—Mrs. Graham—got started on a scuffle coming upstairs and we kept it up in her room. Anyhow, when we got tired we talked for a while and then it was a quarter past seven. So I rang for Helen to help Mrs. Graham and raced in to get a bath and change. I had to put the studs in a clean shirt and it was nearly seven-thirty when I got started on my bath. But I had time, because they don’t sit down to dinner here until a quarter to eight. They have cocktails first in the reception-room, so the gong sounds at seven-thirty.”
Landis nodded. “And about seven-thirty Mrs. Graham pounded on the bathroom door?”