“No one else?”
“No, sir.”
“Have you seen or heard anyone shooting on the third floor with a bow and arrow at any time recently?”
“Early this week the young ladies and gentlemen were shooting up there—the day it rained. That was Tuesday. I know of no other occasion.”
“Do you happen to know whether it was a new or a used target they set up on the third floor on Tuesday?”
“It was a new one. I helped Mr. Joel carry it up.”
Landis turned to Bernard.
“The shot I spoke of upstairs was fired after the others. It has pushed the material of the target into an old dent. If the target was new, then that arrow was fired since Tuesday.”
In the middle of his speech he glanced at Stimson. The butler remained politely attentive.