"
"Dope!" McKenna abused his subordinate. "If he didn't sell Rivers the
pistols, why would he kill him?"
"He's only said he sold them to Gwinnett," Rand pointed out. Then he
turned to Walters. "Look here; if we find those pistols in Gwinnett's
possession, you're clear on this murder charge. There's still a slight
matter of larceny, but that doesn't involve the electric chair. You take
my advice and make a confession now, and then accompany these officers to
Gwinnett's place and show them the pistols. If you do that, you may
expect clemency on the theft charge, too."
"Oh, I will, sir! I'll sign a full confession, and take these
police-officers and show them every one of the pistols...."
Rand put paper and carbon sheets in the typewriter. As Walters dictated,
he typed; the butler listed every pistol which Gresham and Pierre Jarrett
had found missing, and a cased presentation pair of .44 Colt 1860's that
nobody had missed. He signed the triplicate copies willingly; he didn't
seem to mind signing himself into jail, as long as he thought he was
signing himself out of the electric chair.
The book in which Fleming had recorded his pistols he still had; he had
removed it from the gunroom and was keeping it in his room.
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