"
He moved his car down the street to the Rosemont Inn, where he went into
the combination bar and grill and had a Bourbon-and-water at the bar.
Then he ordered lunch, and, while waiting for it, went into a phone-booth
and dialed the number of Stephen Gresham's office in New Belfast.
"I'd hoped to catch you before you left for lunch," he said, when the
lawyer answered. "There's been a new development in the Fleming
business." He had decided to follow the same line as with Karen Lawrence.
"You needn't worry about Arnold Rivers's offer, any more."
"Ha! So he backed out?"
"He was shoved out," Rand corrected. "On the sharp end of a Mauser
bayonet, sometime last night. I found the body this morning, when I went
to see him, and notified the State Police. They call it murder, but of
course, they're just prejudiced. I'd call it a nuisance-abatement
project."
"Look here, are you kidding?" Gresham demanded.
"I never kid about Those Who Have Passed On," Rand denied piously. Then
he recited the already hackneyed description of what had happened to
Rivers, with careful attention to all the gruesome details. "So I called
copper, directly. Sergeant McKenna's up a stump about it, and looking in
all directions for a suspect.
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