"
"No, of course not," she replied. "As long as the collection is sold to
the best advantage, I haven't any interest in any other business of your
agency, and have no right to have." She turned to the others. "I thought
I made that clear to all of you."
"You didn't answer my question!" Dunmore yelled at him.
"I don't intend to. You aren't my client, and I'm not answerable to you."
"Well, you carry my authorization," Goode supported him. "I think I have
a right to know what's being done."
"As far as the collection's concerned, yes. As for the Rivers murder, or
my armored-car service, or any other business of the Tri-State Agency,
no."
"Well, you made use of my authorization to get that revolver from
Kirchner--" Goode began.
"Aah!" Rand cried. "So that concerns the Rivers murder, does it? Well!
When did you find that out, now? When Kirchner called you, you had no
objection to his giving me that revolver. What changed your mind for
you? Didn't you know that Rivers was dead, then?" Rand watched Goode
trying to assimilate that. "Or didn't you think I knew?"
Goode cleared his throat noisily, twisting his mouth. The others were
looking back and forth from him to Rand, in obvious bewilderment; they
realized that Rand had pulled some kind of a rabbit out of a hat, but
they couldn't understand how he'd done it.
Pages:
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219
220
221
222
223
224
225
226
227
228
229