I expect to be in and out with the car while I'm here, and
I'd better learn the layout of the garage now."
"You may back in, sir, or drive straight in and back out," the butler
told him. "One way's about as easy as the other."
Rand returned to his car, driving around the house. A row of doors opened
out of the basement garage; Walters, who must have gone through the house
on the double, was waiting for him. Having what amounted to a conditioned
reflex to park his car so that he could get it out as fast as possible,
he cut over to the right, jockeyed a little, and backed in. There were
already two cars in the garage; a big maroon Packard sedan, and a
sand-colored Packard station-wagon, standing side by side. Rand put
his Lincoln in on the left of the sedan.
"Bags in the luggage-compartment; it isn't locked," he told the butler,
making sure that the glove-compartment, where he had placed the Leech &
Rigdon revolver, was locked. As he got out, the servant went to the rear
of the car and took out the Gladstone and the B-4 bag Rand had brought
with him.
"If you don't mind entering the house from the rear, sir, we can go up
those steps, there, and through the rear hall," the butler suggested,
almost as though he were making some indecent and criminal proposal.
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