And you
say he could've sold the stuff he stole to Rivers. Well, when the family
gets you in to work on the collection, Jeeves, or whatever his name is,
realizes that you're going to spot what's been going on, and will
probably suspect him. He knows you're no ordinary arms-expert; you're an
agency dick. So he gets scared. If you catch up with Rivers, Rivers'll
talk. So he comes over here, last night, and kills Rivers off before you
can get to him. And while Rivers may not keep a record of the stuff he
got from Jeeves, or whatever his name is--"
"Walters," Rand supplied.
"Walters, then. While he may not keep a record of what he bought from
Walters, the chances are he does keep a record of the stuff Walters got
from him, to use for replacements, so the card-file goes into the fire.
How's that?"
The flare of another flash-bulb made distorted shadows dance over the
walls.
"That would hang together, now," Rand agreed. "Of course, I haven't found
anything here, except the revolver I bought yesterday, that came from the
Fleming place, but I'll add this: As soon as Rivers found out I was
working for the Fleming family, he tried to get that revolver back from
me. Offered me seventy-five dollars' worth of credit on anything else in
the shop if I'd give it back to him, not twenty minutes after I'd paid
him sixty for it.
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