“And after that, Stimson?” asked Landis.
“I was in and out between the kitchen, the pantry and the dining-room until just before seven-thirty, when Susan took in the cocktail glasses. I followed her with the cocktails.”
“Wait a bit,” Bernard interjected. “Tell us who you saw or heard anywhere in the house during that time.”
“Well, sir, Mabel Harley, our cook, was in the kitchen when I came downstairs and remained there all through. Susan Duckworth was in the kitchen, too, when I came down. She always helps with the dinner. Helen Stokes came down and remained in the kitchen until Mr. Graham’s bell rang. Helen answered it and I did not see her again until after the murder.”
“She remained to help Mrs. Graham dress quickly?”
“So I believe, sir. Of course Harley, our chauffeur, entered the house during that time, too.”
“At what time? Do you know, Stimson?”
“I believe he came into the kitchen about seven o’clock, sir. He was on his way to his room to wash up.”
“Took him from six-twenty to seven to put the car away, did it?” growled Bernard.