“Weren’t you a bit surprised that Mr. Harrison’s own brother never turned up?” he asked.
“Surprised? Not a bit of it!” chuckled Graham. “When you know him you won’t be surprised at anything he does!”
“By the way,” Bernard interjected, “can you tell us where the various people in the house are lodged—where their rooms are?”
“Some of them. I showed you where Russell and Allen are, at the end of the ground-floor wing. My wife has the end room in the wing on the second floor. She is at the rear, over Allen’s room. My room is the near one at the rear and we share the bathroom between. Miss Mount’s room is opposite mine in the wing. Joel Harrison has the room over the billiard-room on the second floor. The lateral hall at the head of the main staircase makes an “L” around his room to communicate with the hall of the wing. Afraid I haven’t noticed where the girls are, nor Mr. Harrison. The servants’ quarters, I believe, are on the third floor, two flights above us.”
“Miss Mount can tell us the rest. Suppose we send for her?” Landis suggested.
“Good idea,” nodded Bernard. “Would you care to remain during the interview?” he added, to Brent.
“I should, indeed!” Brent’s manner indicated that he fully intended to remain.
“Humph!” said Bernard. Graham rose rather hastily and departed in search of Miss Mount.
Brent glared at Bernard. The glare was returned. So the elderly lawyer lowered his head quickly and began to polish his glasses with vigor. Bernard leaned back in his chair and took out his pipe.