"I thought..."
Rand shook his head. "I have a special fondness for Confederate arms,
myself. One of my grandfathers was in Mosby's Rangers, and the other was
with Barksdale, to say nothing of about a dozen great-uncles and so on."
"Well, you're entirely within your rights, Mr. Rand," Rivers conceded. "I
should apologize for trying to renege on a sale, but.... Well, I hope to
see you again, soon." He followed Rand to the door, shaking hands with
him. "Don't forget; I'm willing to pay anything up to twenty-five
thousand for the Fleming collection."
CHAPTER 6
The Fleming butler--Walters, Rand remembered Gladys Fleming having called
him--became apologetic upon learning who the visitor was.
"Forgive me, Colonel Rand, but I'm afraid I must put you to some
inconvenience, sir," he said. "You see, we have no chauffeur, at present,
and I don't drive very well, myself. Would you object to putting up your
own car, sir? The garage is under the house, at the rear; just follow the
driveway around. I'll go through the house and meet you there for the
luggage. I'm dreadfully sorry to put you to the trouble, but...."
"Oh, that's all right," Rand comforted him. "Just as soon do it, myself,
now, anyhow.
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