Waiting for something, he hardly knew what perhaps, Bernard watched a slow flush stain Miss Mount’s white neck.
“By the way,” said Landis after a moment, “has Mr. Harrison quarreled with anyone else in the household, especially of late?”
Miss Mount drew herself up, rather like a stag at bay in the old-fashioned steel engravings.
“I myself had a heated argument with Mr. Harrison Thursday evening, Mr. Landis. As usual he lost his temper and made a great deal of noise. No doubt someone will mention it.”
“Is that why you mention it?” asked Landis with a smile.
Miss Mount permitted herself a faint display of amusement.
“Naturally,” she replied.
“What was the argument about?”
“I would prefer not to say. It has nothing to do with the case.”