"It is not that he lacks
confidence in the State Police, or in you; he was afraid that other
parties might get into the act and try to make political capital out
of it. Which appears to have happened."
"Well, if Gresham retained you, I'm satisfied," McKenna said. "You can
take care of that end of it. Glad you're in with us."
"Well, I ain't satisfied!" Olsen began yelling, again. "And Mr.
Farnsworth won't be, neither. Why, this here private dick is like as
not workin' for the very man that killed Rivers!"
McKenna turned slowly in his seat, to face Olsen.
"One time, ten years ago," he began, "Jeff Rand had a client who was
guilty of the crime he hired Jeff to investigate. It was an arson case;
this guy set fire to his own factory, and then got Jeff to run down a lot
of fake clues he'd planted. I know about that; I was on the case, myself.
That's where I first met Jeff, and he saved me from making a jackass out
of myself. And what happened to this guy who'd hired Jeff was something
that oughtn't to happen even to Molotov, and it happened because Jeff
fixed it to happen. If anybody hires Jeff Rand, he's one of two things.
He's either innocent, or else he's out of luck.... I don't know why the
hell I bother telling you this.
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