"Why, I suppose he was
concerned about the possibility of repercussions in the business world.
After all, Goode is our board chairman, and maybe he thought that people
might begin thinking that the murder had some connection with the affairs
of the company."
"That's possible, of course," Rand agreed. "And what's your own
attitude?"
"Colonel Rand, I cannot allow these facts to be suppressed," the Czech
said. "My own position is too vulnerable; you've showed me that. Except
for the fact that somebody could have entered the house through the
garage, the burden of suspicion would lie on me and Fred Dunmore."
"Well, do you want me to help you with it?" Rand asked.
"Yes, if you will. It would be helping yourself, also, I believe," Varcek
replied. "Fred is downstairs, now, in the library; I suggest that you and
I go down and have a talk with him. Maybe you could show him the folly of
trying to suppress any facts concerning Lane's death."
"Yes, that would be both foolish and dangerous." Rand got to his feet,
keeping his hand on the .38 Colt. "Let's go down and talk to him now."
They walked side by side toward the spiral, Rand keeping on the right and
lagging behind a little, lifting the stubby revolver clear of his pocket.
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