“You don’t say so!” grumbled Bernard. “Good for you youngsters to be taken down a peg now and then!”
Landis tucked the feather into his pocket, opened the door into the big room, paced the length of it and held up the suit for Miss Mount to see. Bernard watched him from the doorway, a sort of grim affection on his formidable old face.
“Can you tell me anything about this?” Landis asked. “It belongs to Stimson, doesn’t it?”
Miss Mount regarded the exhibit with distaste. “Certainly. That is his morning livery which he wears every day.”
“Thanks!” Landis returned to Bernard, feeling a little less sure of himself than his manner betrayed.
He restored the livery to its place in the closet, switched off the bedroom light and again joined Bernard. They marched down the long room and climbed to the stage.
“I think that’s all we want up here,” said Landis. “Now suppose we go down to the library again. I have just a few more questions I’d like to ask you, Miss Mount.”
The lady inclined her head and started for the stairs. Over her shoulder she uttered a single cool inquiry:
“Did you enjoy the view of the drive?”
“Delightful!” replied Landis gratefully.