..."
"Outside of that, you sold him about twenty-five of these pistols, and
got a like number of junk pistols from him, for replacements." He took
the list Pierre Jarrett and Stephen Gresham had compiled out of his
pocket and began reading: "Italian wheel lock pistol, late sixteenth- or
early seventeenth-century; pair Italian snaphaunce pistols, by Lazarino
Cominazo...." He finished the list and put it away. "I think we've missed
one or two, but that'll do, for the time."
"But I didn't sell those pistols to Mr. Rivers," Walters expostulated. "I
sold them to Mr. Carl Gwinnett. I can prove it!"
That Rand had not expected. "Go on!" he jeered. "I suppose you have
receipts for all of them. Fences always do that, of course."
"But I did sell them to Mr. Gwinnett. I can take you to his house, if you
get a search warrant, and show you where he has them hidden in the
garret. He was afraid to offer them for sale until after this collection
had been broken up and sold; he still has every one of them."
McKenna spat out an obscenity. "Aren't we ever going to have any luck?"
he demanded. "Jarrett out on a writ this morning, and now this!"
"But he ain't in the clear," Kavaalen argued. "Maybe he didn't sell
Rivers the pistols, but maybe he did kill him.
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