"I wish that were all!" he said. "The worst
part of it is the way Rivers was killed. See, back in Kaiser Willie's
war, before I was assigned a company of my own, I was regimental
bayonet-instruction officer. And after we got to France, I always
carried a rifle and bayonet at the front; hell, I must have killed
close to a dozen Krauts just the way Rivers was killed. And during
Schicklgruber's war, I volunteered as bayonet instructor for the local
Home Guard."
"My God!" Rand made a wry face. "There must be close to a hundred people
around here who'd know that, and all of them are probably convinced that
you killed Rivers, and are expressing that opinion at the top of their
voices to all comers. You don't want a detective, you want a magician!"
He took another drag at the cigar, and blew smoke through a circular
gun-rack beside him. "What sort of a character is this Farnsworth,
anyhow?" he asked. "Before the war, I had all the D.A.'s in the state
typed and estimated, but since I got back--"
Gresham slandered the county prosecutor's legitimacy. "God-damn
headline-hunting little egotist! He's running for re-election this
year, too."
"One way, that could be bad. On the other hand, it might be easy to throw
a scare into him.
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