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Eventually, he had them all assembled, including the five cased sets.
Rand found a couple of empty bushel baskets and laid the pistols in them,
between layers of old newspapers. He picked up one, and McKenna took the
other, while Walters piled the five flat hardwood cases into his arms
like cordwood. Still saying nothing, her eyes stony with hatred, the
woman followed them downstairs.
The rest of the afternoon was consumed with formalities. Gwinnett was
given a hearing, at which he was represented by a lawyer straight out
of a B-grade gangster picture. Rand had a heated argument with an
over-zealous Justice of the Peace, who wanted to impound the pistols and
jackknife-mark them for identification, but after hurling bloodthirsty
threats of a damage suit for an astronomical figure, he managed to retain
possession of the recovered weapons.
Ritter left at a little past three, to report for duty in the Fleming
household. Rand rode with McKenna and Kavaalen to the State Police
substation, where the pistols were transferred to McKenna's personal car,
in which they and Rand were to be transported back to the Fleming place.
It was five o'clock before Rand had finished telling the sergeant and the
corporal everything he felt they ought to know.
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