"House is clear, now," his assistant said, stepping out of his P. G.
Wodehouse character. "Both pairs left in the Packard, Dunmore driving.
Man, what a cat-and-dog show this place is! It's a wonder our client
isn't nuts."
"You haven't seen anything; you ought to have been here last
night ... Where is our client, by the way?"
"Downstairs." Ritter fished a cigarette out of his livery and
appropriated Rand's lighter. "If we hear her coming, you can grab this."
He brushed a couple of Paterson Colts to one side and sat down on the
edge of the desk, taking a deep drag on the cigarette. "What's the
regular law doing, now that young Jarrett is out?"
"I had a long talk with Mick McKenna," Rand said. "Fortunately, Mick and
I have worked together before. I was able to tell him the facts of life,
and he'll be a good boy now. When last heard from, Farnsworth was
beginning to blow his hot breath on the back of Cecil Gillis's neck."
Ritter picked up the big .44 Colt Walker and tried the balance. "Man,
this even makes that Colt Magnum of mine feel light!" he said. "Say,
Jeff, if Farnsworth's going after Gillis, it's probably on account of
those stories about him and Mrs. Rivers. At least, all that stuff would
come out if he arrested him.
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