"Let's get the business over first," Gresham suggested. "I suppose you've
gone over the collection already, Jeff?"
"Yes, and first of all, I want to know something. When was the last that
any of you saw it?"
Gresham and Pierre had been in Fleming's gunroom just two days before the
fatal "accident."
"And can you tell me if the big Whitneyville Colt was still there, then?"
Rand asked. "Or the Rappahannock Forge, or the Collier flintlock, or the
Hall?"
"Why, of course ... My God, aren't they there now?" Gresham demanded.
Rand shook his head. "And if Fleming still had them two days before he
was killed, then somebody's been weeding out the collection since. Doing
it very cleverly, too," he added. "You know how that stuff's arranged,
and how conspicuous a missing pistol would be. Well, when I was going
over the collection, I found about two dozen pieces of the most utter
trash, things Lane Fleming wouldn't have allowed in the house, all
hanging where some really good item ought to have been." He took a paper
from his pocket and read off a list of the dubious items, interpolating
comments on the condition, and a list of the real rarities which Gresham
had mentioned the day before, which were now missing.
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