"Don't let him kid you, Colonel," he said. "Anton's just as keen
about that dollar as the rest of us. I don't know what he's cooking
up, up there in the attic, but I'll give ten-to-one we'll be selling
it in twenty-five-cent packages inside a year, and selling plenty of
them.... Oh, and speaking about that dollar; how did you make out with
Gresham and his friends?"
"I didn't. They'd expected to pay about twenty thousand for the
collection; Rivers's offer has them stopped. And even if they could go
over twenty-five, I think Rivers would raise them. He's afraid to let
them get the collection; Pierre Jarrett and Karen Lawrence intended
using their share of it to go into the old-arms business, in competition
with him."
"Uh-huh, that's smart," Dunmore approved. "It's always better to take a
small loss stopping competition than to let it get too big for you. You
save a damn-sight bigger loss later."
"How soon do you think the pistols will be sold?" Gladys asked.
"Oh, in about a month, at the outside," Rand said, continuing to explain
what had to be done first.
"Well, I'm glad of that," Varcek commented. "I never liked those things,
and after what happened ... The sooner they can be sold, the better.
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