Here; I'll pay you a thousand down, and
two more when you have the case completed; I want you to get the murder
cleared up before I can be publicly involved in it. I say publicly,
because this damned Gillis has probably involved me with the police
already."
"Well, Gillis isn't exactly in a state of pure sanctity, himself," Rand
commented. "As a suspect, the smart handicappers are figuring him to run
well inside the money. For instance, you know, there have been stories
about him and Mrs. Rivers."
Gresham snapped his fingers. "Damned if there haven't, now!" he said.
"You talk to Adam Trehearne. He did business with Rivers--there wasn't
much in his line Rivers and Umholtz were able to fake--and different
times he's gone to Rivers's shop and there'd be nobody around, and then
Gillis would come in from the house, smelling of Chanel Number Five.
Mrs. Rivers uses Chanel Number Five. Maybe you have something there.
If Cecil thought he could marry the business, with Rivers out of the
way.... You'll take the case, won't you, Jeff?"
"Oh, certainly," Rand assured him. "Now, all they have on you is that
there was ill-feeling between you and Rivers about that fake North &
Cheney, and that you were in Rivers's shop yesterday evening?"
Rand's new client grimaced.
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