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accent. Then, the women, who carried on most of the hostilities, had
re-erected their _front populaire_ and were sharing a common pleasure in
the recovery of the stolen pistols. And finally, there was a distinct
possibility that the swift and dramatic justice that had overtaken
Walters and Gwinnett at Rand's hands was having a sobering effect upon
somebody at that table.
Dunmore, Nelda, Varcek, Geraldine and Gladys had been intending to
go to a party that evening, but at the last minute Gladys had pleaded
indisposition and telephoned regrets. The meal over, Rand had gone
up to the gunroom, Gladys drifted into the small drawing-room off the
dining-room, and the others had gone to their rooms to dress.
Rand was taking down the junk with which Walters had infiltrated the
collection and was listing and hanging up the recovered items when Fred
Dunmore, wearing a dressing-gown, strolled in.
"I can't get over the idea of Walters being a thief," he sorrowed.
"I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen his signed
confession.... Well, it just goes to show you...."
"He took his medicine standing up," Rand said. "And he helped us recover
the pistols. If I were you, I'd go easy with him."
Dunmore shook his head.
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