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nobody at home now but Mrs. 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. “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.”

Goode, still bewildered by Rand’s deliberately cryptic hints and a little frightened, had the grace to blush at that.

“I admit it; it was entirely unethical, and I’ll admit that, too,” he said. “But.⁠ ⁠… Well, I’m buying all the Premix stock that’s out in small blocks, and so are Mr. Dunmore and Mr. Varcek. We all felt that such rumors would reduce the market quotation, to our advantage.”

Rand nodded. “I picked up a hundred shares, the other day, myself. Your shenanigans probably chipped a little off the price I had to pay, so I ought to be grateful to you. But we’re talking about murder, not market manipulation. Did either Varcek or Dunmore express any opinion as to who might have killed Fleming?”

The outside telephone rang before Goode could answer. Rand scooped it up at the end of the first ring and named himself into it. It was Mick McKenna calling.

“Well, we checked up on that cap-and-ball six-shooter you left with me,” he said. “This gunsmith, Umholtz, refinished it for Rivers last summer. He showed the man who was to see him the entry in his job-book: make, model, serials and all.”

“Oh, fine! And did you get anything out of young Gillis?” Rand asked.

“The gun was in Rivers’s shop from the time Umholtz rejuvenated it till around the first of November. Then it was sold, but he doesn’t know who to. He didn’t sell it himself; Rivers must have.”

“I assumed that; that’s why he’s still alive. Well, thanks, Mick. The case is getting tighter every minute.”

“You haven’t had any trouble yet?” McKenna asked anxiously. “How’s the whoozis doing?”

“About as you might expect,” Rand told him, mopping his face again. “Thanks for that, too.”

He hung up and turned back to Goode. “Pardon the interruption,” he said. “Sergeant McKenna, of the State Police. The officer who made the arrest on Walters and Gwinnett. Well, I suppose Dunmore and Varcek are each trying to blame the other,” he said.

“Well, yes; I rather got that impression,” Goode admitted.

“And which one do you like for the murderer? Or haven’t you picked yours, yet?”

“You mean.⁠ ⁠… Yes, of course,” Goode said slowly. “It must have been one or the other. But I can’t think.⁠ ⁠… It’s horrible to have to suspect either of them.” For a moment, he stared unseeingly at the litter of high-priced pistols on the desk. Then:

“Colonel Rand, Lane Fleming is dead, and nothing either of us can do will bring him back. To expose his murderer certainly won’t. But it would cause a scandal that would rock the Premix Company to its very foundations. It might even disastrously affect the market as a whole.”

“Oh, come!” Rand reproved. “That’s like talking about starting a hurricane with a palm-leaf fan.”

“But you will admit that it would have a dreadful effect on Premix Foods,” Goode argued. “It would probably prevent this merger from being consummated. Look here,” he said urgently. “I don’t know how much Gladys Fleming is paying you to rake all this up, but I’ll gladly double her fee if you drop it and confine yourself to the matter of the collection.”

Even in his colossal avarice, that was one kind of money Jeff Rand had never been tempted to take. An offer of that sort invariably made him furious. At the moment, he

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