"I also believe that his murderer killed Arnold Rivers, as well. I am
investigating the Rivers murder, and the Fleming murder may be considered
as a part thereof. But what brings you around to discuss that, now? Did
you learn something, since last evening, that leads you to suspect the
same thing?"
"Well, not exactly. But this afternoon, Fred Dunmore and Anton Varcek
came to my office, separately, of course, and each of them wanted to know
if I had any reason to suspect that the, uh, tragedy, was actually a case
of murder. Both had the impression that you were conducting an
investigation under cover of your work on the pistol collection, and
wanted to know whether Mrs. Fleming or I had employed you to do so."
"And you denied it, giving them the impression that Mrs. Fleming had?"
Rand asked. "I hope you haven't put her in any more danger than she is
now, by doing so."
Goode looked startled. "Colonel Rand! Do you actually mean that...?" he
began.
"You were Lane Fleming's attorney, and board chairman of his company,"
Rand said. "You can probably imagine why he was killed. You can ask
yourself just how safe his principal heir is now." Without giving Goode
a chance to gather his wits, he pressed on: "Well, what's your opinion
about Fleming's death? After all, you did go out of your way to create
a false impression that he had committed suicide.
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