"
"I don't believe it!" Dunmore exclaimed angrily. "Rivers told me
personally, that neither he nor any other dealer could hope to handle
that collection profitably at more than ten thousand."
"And you believed that?" Nelda demanded. "And you're a business man? _My
God!_"
"He's probably a good one, as long as he sticks to pancake flour,"
Geraldine was generous enough to concede. "But about guns, he barely
knows which end the bullet comes out at. Ten thousand was probably his
idea of what we'd think the pistols were worth."
Dunmore ignored that and turned to Rand. "Did Arnold Rivers actually tell
you he'd pay twenty-five thousand dollars for the collection?" he asked.
"I can't believe that he'd raise his own offer like that."
"He didn't raise his offer; I threw it out and told him to make one that
could be taken seriously." Rand repeated, as closely as he could, his
conversation with the arms-dealer. When he had finished, Dunmore was
frowning in puzzled displeasure.
"And you think he's actually willing to pay that much?"
"Yes, I do. If he handles them right, he can double his money on the
pistols inside of five years. I doubt if you realize how valuable those
pistols are. You probably defined Mr.
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