"
"I'm glad you found the pistols," she told him. "But what're we going to
do, over the week-end, for a butler...."
Rand snapped his fingers. "Dammit, I never thought of that!" He allowed
his brow to furrow with thought. "I won't promise anything, but I may be
able to dig up somebody for you, for a day or so. Some of my friends are
visiting their son, in a Naval hospital on the West Coast, and their
butler may be glad for a chance to pick up a little extra money. Shall
I call him and find out?"
"Oh, Colonel Rand, would you? I'd be eternally grateful!"
It was just as easy as that.
CHAPTER 18
Dave Ritter, driving his small coupe, kept his eye on the white State
Police car ahead. Rand, who had come away from the Fleming home in the
white car, had called Ritter from the office of the Justice of the Peace
while waiting for Walters to put up bail, after his hearing. Now, en
route to Gwinnett's, he was briefing his assistant on what had happened.
"So everything's set," he concluded. "Mrs. Fleming jumped at it; she
knows you're coming in your own car, which you may keep in the garage
there. You've left New Belfast about now; if you show up around three,
you'll be safe on the driving time.
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