Chalmers has some concerns about some of your guests,” he told Janet, gesturing towards the man who was standing behind him looking miserable. “But they’re his cousins,” Janet replied. “Not the Stones,” William growled. “The Harrisons.” “They haven’t come down for breakfast yet,” Joan told their visitors. Janet took a step backwards. “Please come in,” she invited them. “They asked us to have breakfast ready for seven, but they haven’t actually come down yet.” “They’re long gone,” William told her. “And you’ll be lucky if they didn’t take a few of your more portable valuables with them.” Janet and Joan both gasped. “Now, now, let’s not start throwing unsubstantiated accusations around,” the young policeman said sternly. “Could one of you check to see if your guests are still here, please?” he asked the sisters. “I’ll go,” Janet volunteered quickly. She dashed out of the room before Joan could argue. With her keys in hand, she approached the door to the east room. She knocked quietly, fully expecting the Harrisons to answer the door. When they didn’t, she knocked again, more loudly. After a third attempt, she tried the knob. The door opened under her hand.
