Murder in the Gunroom · Chapter 15 (2/2)

“You mean the pistols? Huh-unh; we went over Rivers’s place with a fine-tooth comb, and questioned young Gillis about it, and we didn’t get a thing. You sure those pistols went to Rivers?”

“I’m not sure of anything at all,” Rand replied, looking at his watch. “You going to be in, say in a couple of hours? I want to have a talk with you.”

“Sure. I’ll be around all evening,” McKenna assured him. “If we don’t have another murder.”

Rand hung up. He pulled the sheet out of the typewriter, laid it face down on the other sheets he had finished, and laid a long seventeenth-century Flemish flintlock on top for a paperweight, memorizing the position of the pistol relative to the paper under it.

“Put those pistols back on the wall,” he told Walters, indicating several he had laid aside after listing. “Leave the others there; I’m not finished with them yet. I’ll be back before too long. If I don’t find any more bodies.”