Rivers has all these guns, he does a big
cash business, he always has a couple of hundred to a thousand on
him--it's a wonder somebody hasn't made a try at this place long
ago.... Tell you what, Jeff; say you check up on this butler at the
Fleming place for us, and we'll check up here and see if we can find any
of the stuff that was stolen. We can get together and compare notes.
Maybe one or another of us may run across something about that accident
of Fleming's, too."
"Suits me. I'll be glad to help you, and I'll be glad for any help you
can give me on recovering those pistols. I haven't made any formal report
on that, yet, because I'm not sure exactly what's missing, and I don't
want any of that kind of publicity while I'm trying to sell the
collection. It may be that the two matters are related; there are some
points of similarity, which may or may not mean anything. And, of course,
I just may find somebody who'll make it worth my time to get interested
in this killing, while I'm at it."
McKenna chuckled. "That must hurt hell out of you, Jeff," he said. "A
nice classy murder like this, and nobody to pay you to work on it."
"It does," Rand admitted. "I feel like an undertaker watching a man being
swallowed by a shark.
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