"When we get to the Flemings', I'll give you that revolver I got from the
coroner," he finished. "One of your boys can take it to this fellow
Umholtz, and get him to identify it. You might also show it to young
Gillis, and see what he knows about it. Gillis might even give you a name
for who got it from Rivers. I'm not building any hopes on that, and the
reason I'm not is that Gillis is still alive. If he knew, I don't think
he would be."
"Yeah. I can see that," McKenna nodded. "Fact is, I can see everything,
now, except one thing. This pistol-switch somebody gave you; what's the
idea of that?"
"Why, that's because I'm on the spot," Rand told him. "I'm to be killed,
and somebody else is to be killed along with me. The .25 automatic will
be used on me, and the .38 will be used on the other fellow, and we'll be
found dead about five feet apart, and I'll be holding my own gun, and the
other fellow will be holding the .25, and it will look as though we shot
it out and scored a double knockout. That way, my mouth will be shut
about what I've learned since I came here, and the man who's supposed to
have killed me will take the rap for Fleming and Rivers both. Nothing to
stop an investigation like a couple of corpses who can't tell their own
story and can take the blame for everything.
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