I've
talked the State Police temporarily off your trail, but I still have
Farnsworth to worry about."
"He'd like to prosecute a big corporation lawyer, if he thought he had
any chance of getting a conviction," Pierre said. "Make a nice impression
on the proletarian vote in the south end of the county."
"You're a member of the Mohawk Club in New Belfast, aren't you?" Rand
asked Gresham. "Well, go there and stay there for a couple of days, till
the heat's off. Pierre, you can come with me to Rivers's; I'll run you
home in my car when we're through."
Gresham let himself out the front door; Pierre and Rand went out through
the garage and got into Rand's car.
"You have any idea, so far, about who could have killed Rivers?" the
ex-Marine asked, as they coasted down the drive to the highway.
"I haven't even the start of an idea," Rand said. He ran briefly over
what he knew, or at least those items which were likely to become public
knowledge soon. "From what I've observed at the shop, and from what I
know of Rivers's character, I'd think that he'd been in some kind of a
crooked deal with somebody, and got double-crossed, or else the other man
caught Rivers double-crossing him. Or else, Rivers and somebody else had
some secret in common, and the other man wanted a monopoly on it and
killed Rivers as a security measure.
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