No effort will be spared, and no consideration of personal
prominence will be allowed to deter us from clearing up this dastardly
crime....'"
Rand swore again, with weary bitterness, wondering how much trouble he
was going to have with District Attorney Charles P. Farnsworth, as he
pulled to a stop in Stephen Gresham's driveway.
CHAPTER 12
Gresham must have been waiting inside the door; as soon as Rand came up
onto the porch, he opened it, and motioned the detective inside. Beyond a
hasty greeting as Rand passed the threshold, he did not speak until they
were seated in the gunroom upstairs. Then he came straight to the point.
"Jeff, can you spare the time from this work you're doing at the
Flemings' to investigate this Rivers business?" he asked. "And how much
would an investigation cost me? It's got to be a blitz job. I'm not
interested in getting anybody convicted in court; I just want the case
cleared up in a hurry."
"Well--" Rand puffed at the cigar Gresham had given him, watching the ash
form on the end. "I don't work by the day, Stephen. I take a lump-sum
fee, and, of course, it's to my interest to get a case cleared up as soon
as I can. But I can't set any time limit on a job like this.
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