... Stephen, when you were at Rivers's, were you smoking
a cigar?"
Gresham shook his head. "No. I threw my cigar away when I got out of the
car, and I didn't light another one till I got home. If you remember, I
was lighting it when I came in here."
"Yes; so you were. Well, I don't suppose, in view of the state of
relations between you and Rivers, that you had a drink with him, either?"
"I wouldn't drink that guy's liquor if I were dying of snakebite, and he
wouldn't offer me a drink if he knew I was," Gresham declared.
"Well, did you notice, back near the fireplace, a low table with a fifth
of Haig & Haig Pinchbottle, and a couple of glasses, and a siphon, and so
on, on it?"
"I saw the table. There was an ashtray on it, and a book--I think it was
Gluckman's _United States Martial Pistols and Revolvers_--but no bottle,
or siphon, or glasses."
"All right, then; it was the killer." Rand explained about the drinks,
and the cigar-ashes. He went on to tell about the destruction of Rivers's
record-cards.
"I don't get that." Gresham was puzzled. "Unless it was young Gillis,
after all. He could have been knocking down on Rivers, and Rivers caught
him at it."
"I'd thought of that," Rand admitted.
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