This end of the state couldn't support another arms-dealer, and
with the reputation he's made for himself, he'd be the one to go under."
She stubbed out her cigarette and finished her drink. "If you don't mind,
Pierre, I think I'll go home."
"I'm not feeling very festive, myself, right now." The ex-Marine rose and
held out his hand to Rand. "Don't get the idea, Jeff, that anybody here
holds this against you. You have your clients' interests to look out
for."
"Well, if this be treason make the most of it," Rand said, "but I hope
Rivers doesn't go through with it. I'd like to see you people get the
collection, and I'd hate to see a lot of nice pistols like that get into
the hands of a damned swindler like Rivers.... Maybe I can catch him with
the hot-goods on him, and send him up for about three-to-five."
"Oh, he's too smart for that," Karen despaired. "He can get away with
faking, but the dumbest jury in the world would know what receiving
stolen goods was, and he knows it."
Dorothy and Irene Gresham accompanied Pierre and Karen downstairs. After
they had gone, Gresham tried, not very successfully, to inject more life
into the party with another round of drinks. For a while they discussed
the personal and commercial iniquities of Arnold Rivers.
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