Fleming has retained me as a firearms-expert, in connection with
the collection."
Goode was looking at Rand as though the latter had just torn off a mask,
revealing another and entirely different set of features underneath. The
change seemed to be a welcome one, but he was evidently having trouble
adjusting to it. Rand grinned inwardly; now he was going to have to find
himself a new set of verbal labels and identifications.
"Well, Mr. Rand, that alters the situation considerably," he said, with
noticeably less hostility. He was still a bit resentful; people had no
right to confuse him by jumping about from one category to another, like
that. "Now understand, I'm not trying to be offensive, but it seems a
little unusual for a private detective also to be an authority on antique
firearms."
"Mr. Fleming was an authority on antique firearms, and he was a
manufacturer of foodstuffs," Rand parried, carefully staying inside
Goode's Aristotelian system of categories and verbal identifications. "My
own business does not occupy all my time, any more than his did, and I
doubt if an interest in the history and development of deadly weapons is
any more incongruous in a criminologist than in an industrialist.
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