When Ritter
shook his head, he continued: "That's probably where they are. Not that
it makes a whole lot of difference."
"If I'd found them, it'd of given me something to watch; then I'd know
when the fun was going to start." Ritter broke off suddenly. "Yes, sir.
Will you have your coffee now, or later, sir?"
Gladys entered, wearing the blue tailored outfit she had worn to Rand's
office, on Wednesday.
"At ease, at ease," she laughed, dropping into her chair. "Anything new?"
Rand shook his head. "We'll have to wait. I'm expecting some action this
morning; I hope it'll be over before you're home from church."
She looked at him seriously. "Jeff, you're using yourself as
murder-bait," she said. "Aren't you?"
"More or less. He knows I'm onto him. He's pretty sure I haven't any real
proof, yet, but he doesn't know how soon I will have. He realizes that
I'm cat-and-mousing him, the way I did Walters. So he'll try to kill me
before I pounce, and when he does, he'll convict himself. What he doesn't
realize is that as long as he sits tight, he's perfectly safe."
Neither of them mentioned the obvious corollary, that conviction and
execution would be almost simultaneous. It must have been uppermost in
Gladys's mind; she leaned over and put her hand on Rand's arm.
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