“No, sir, I did not. I never lock it until midnight or later.”
Landis studied the man sitting stiff and motionless across the fire. He could read nothing in the attentive, somberly handsome features, not even wariness.
“Thanks. Did you close the door there at the end of the library any time this evening?”
“No, sir.”
Landis jerked his head back toward the Japanese armor, which Stimson faced.
“That Japanese bow is strung and leaning against the armor now,” he said. “Was that its usual position, Stimson?”
“I think not, sir. I believe it hung across the back of the figure, with the—string in front.”
“It was strung then? The string was taut?”
“I think not, sir. The bow looks an entirely different shape now. My impression is that it was bent the other way, so that the horns—the tips, that is—bent toward the string instead of away from it as they do now.”