He knew that he
could move more rapidly than the dumpy lawyer, but to balance that, he
had been moving over more or less unfamiliar ground. He left his hat and
trench coat in the car and went upstairs.
Undressing, he went into the bathroom in his dressing-gown, spent about
twenty minutes shaving and taking a shower, and then returned to his own
room.
CHAPTER 17
When he rose, the next morning, Rand noticed something which had escaped
his eye when he had gone to bed the night before. His .38-special, in its
shoulder-holster, was lying on the dresser; he had not bothered putting
it on when he had gone to see Rivers the morning before, and it had lain
there all the previous day. He distinctly remembered having moved it,
shortly after dinner, when he had gone to his room for some notes he had
made on the collection.
However, between that time and the present it had managed to flop itself
over; the holster was now lying back-up. Intrigued by such a remarkable
accomplishment in an inanimate object, Rand crossed the room in the
dress-of-nature in which he slept and looked more closely at it,
receiving a second and considerably more severe surprise. The revolver
in the holster was not his own.
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