Trehearne and
MacBride, who had come together in the latter's car, left shortly, and
half an hour later, Philip Cabot rose and announced that he, too, was
leaving.
"You haven't seen my collection since before the war, Jeff," he said. "If
you're not sleepy, why don't you stop at my place and see what's new?
You're staying at the Flemings'; my house is along your way, about a mile
on the other side of the railroad."
They went out and got into their cars. Rand kept Cabot's taillight in
sight until the broker swung into his drive and put his car in the
garage. Rand parked beside the road, took the Leech & Rigdon out of the
glove-box, and got out, slipping the Confederate revolver under his
trouser-band. He was pulling down his vest to cover the butt as he went
up the walk and joined his friend at the front door.
Cabot's combination library and gunroom was on the first floor. Like
Rand's own, his collection was hung on racks over low bookcases on either
side of the room. It was strictly a collector's collection, intensely
specialized. There were all but a few of the U.S. regulation single-shot
pistols, a fair representation of secondary types, most of the revolvers
of the Civil War, and all the later revolvers and automatics.
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