And as long as reasonable doubt exists, neither of
you could be convicted. This isn't the Third Reich or the Soviet Union;
they wouldn't execute both of you to make sure of getting the right one.
Both of you had a motive in this Mill-Pack merger that couldn't have been
negotiated while Fleming lived. One or the other of you may be guilty; on
the other hand, both of you may be innocent."
"Then who...?" Varcek had evidently bet his roll on Dunmore. "There is no
one else who could have done it."
"The garage doors were open, if I recall," Rand pointed out. "Anybody
could have slipped in that way, come through the rear hall to the library
and up the spiral, and have gone out the same way. Some of the French
Maquis I worked with, during the war, could have wiped out the whole
family, one after the other, that way."
A look of intense concentration settled upon Varcek's face. He nodded
several times.
"Yes. Of course," he said, his thought-chain complete. "And you spoke of
motive. From what you must have heard, last evening, Humphrey Goode was
no less interested in the merger than Fred Dunmore or myself. And then
there is your friend Gresham; he is quite familiar with the interior of
this house, and who knows what terms National Milling & Packaging may
have made with him, contingent upon his success in negotiating the
merger?"
"I'm not forgetting either of them," Rand said.
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