When he had
finished the wheel locks, he began on the snaphaunces, then did the
miguelet-locks. He had begun on the true flintlocks when Walters, who had
finished his own dinner, came up to help him. Rand put the butler to work
fetching pistols from the racks, and replacing those he had already
listed. After a while, Dunmore strolled in.
"You say you found Rivers's body yourself, Colonel Rand?" he asked.
Rand nodded, finished what he was typing, and looked up.
"Why, yes. There were a few details I wanted to clear up with him, and I
called at his shop this morning. I found him lying dead inside." He went
on to describe the manner in which Rivers had met his death. "The radio
and newspaper accounts were accurate enough, in the main; there were a
few details omitted, at the request of the police, of course."
"Well, you didn't get involved in it, though?" Dunmore inquired
anxiously. "I mean, you're not taking any part in the investigation?
After all, we don't want to be mixed up in anything like this."
"In that case, Mr. Dunmore, let me advise you not to discuss the matter
of Rivers's offer to buy this collection with anybody outside," Rand told
him. "So far, the police and the District Attorney's office both seem to
think that Rivers was killed by somebody whom he'd swindled in a business
deal.
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