“You were going to tell us, Miss Mount, who it was that Mr. Harrison quarreled with aside from Joel Harrison, yourself and the servants.”
“Was I?”
“I hope so, Miss Mount. A court-room is such a stuffy, public place to be questioned. We’ll have to have the answers now or there—all of them!”
Miss Mount glanced at Brent. He had risen from the desk to greet them, had joined them and now sat with his finger-tips together, looking more like a stage lawyer than a real one. He repulsed her glance with frowning gravity. She turned back to Landis, a gleam in her eyes.
“During the past week,” she said, “Mr. Harrison also had something in the nature of a quarrel, I believe, with Mr. Allen, a guest who is staying in the house.”
“About what did they quarrel, Miss Mount?”
“As it happens, I know what they quarreled about, if it could be called a quarrel. Mr. Harrison told me. But I consider it only fair to the young man for you to ask him the subject they discussed.”
“It was a personal subject purely?”
Miss Mount inclined her head.