“You mean he was in a temper?”
“Yes, he was in a temper!”
“Excuse me,” Landis interrupted. “You didn’t close that door at the end of the library after you?”
“No, I did not, Mr. Landis.” She paused a moment. “I then crossed the hall to the dining-room to look at the table. When Susan came through with the cocktail glasses I followed her down the hall to the reception-room—”
“So you didn’t pass through the doorway in which Harrison was shot a few minutes later?” asked Bernard.
“No. I entered the reception-room from the hall. Stimson, the butler, came in with the cocktail shaker, set it down and returned to the dining-room—”
“Do you know that he returned to the dining-room?”
“No, I do not. He went in that direction. When he had gone I told Susan to ring the gong in the hall. She went out and did so. As she came back I noticed that the room felt chilly and moved to close the window.”
“Was it usually closed at that time?”