Fleming, and as she's indisposed, we'll be quite alone."
"Oh; very well. I think that's really a good idea; much better than your
coming over here. I'll see you directly."
Ritter was grinning as Rand hung up. "That's the stuff," he approved.
"The old Hitler technique; make them come to you, and then you can pound
the table and yell at them all you want to."
"You go let him in," Rand directed. "Show him up here, and then take a
plant on that spiral stairway out of the library, just out of sight. I
don't think this it, but there's no use taking chances." He mopped his
face again. "Damn, it's hot in here!"
Ten minutes later, Ritter ushered in Humphrey Goode, and inquired if
there would be anything further, sir? When Rand said there wouldn't, he
went down the spiral. Just as Rand had expected, Goode began peddling
the same line as Varcek and Dunmore before him. They all came to see him
in the gunroom with a common purpose. After easing himself into a chair,
and going through some prefatory huffing and puffing, Goode came out with
it. Did Rand believe that Lane Fleming had really been murdered, and was
he investigating Fleming's death, after all?
"I have always believed that Lane Fleming was murdered," Rand replied.
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