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ten fifteen to ten seventeen. We got the night long distance operator out of bed, and she confirmed it; Rivers took the call himself. He gets a lot of long distance calls in the evenings; she knew his voice.” He corrected himself, shifting to the past tense and glancing, as he did, at the chalk outline on the floor, now scuffed by many feet, and the dried bloodstains. “You say this puts Gresham in the clear?”

“Absolutely,” Rand assured him. “He was at home from nine twenty-two on.” He introduced Pierre Jarrett, and explained their mission. “You find anything except what’s here in the shop?”

“Only Rivers’s own .38 Smith & Wesson, in his room, and a lot of pistols out in the garage, that look like junk to me,” Kavaalen said. “I’ll show them to you.”

Rand nodded. “Pierre, you look around the shop; I’ll see what this other stuff is.”

He followed Kavaalen through a door at the rear of the shop; the same one through which Cecil Gillis had carried the Kentucky rifle the afternoon before. Beside Rivers’s car, there was a long workbench in the garage, and piles of wood and cardboard cartons, and stacks of newspapers, and a barrel full of excelsior, all evidently used in preparing arms for shipment. There was also a large pile of old pistols, and a number of long-arms.

Rand pawed among the pistols; they were, as the State Police corporal had said, all junk. The sort of things a dealer has to buy, at times, in order to get something really good. Many of them had been partially dismantled for parts. When he was certain that the heap of junk-weapons didn’t conceal anything of value, he returned to the shop. Pierre was waiting for him by Rivers’s desk.

He shook his head. “Not a thing,” he reported. “I found a couple of out-and-out fakes, and about ten or fifteen that had been altered in one way or another, and a lot of reblued stuff, but nothing from Fleming’s collection. What did you find?”

Rand laughed. “I found Rivers’s scrapheap, and some pistols that probably contributed parts to some of the stuff you found,” he said. “Of course, all we can say is that the stuff isn’t here; Rivers could have bought it, and stored it outside somewhere. But even so, I’m not taking the Fleming butler too seriously as a suspect for the murder.”

“What’s this about Fleming’s butler?” a voice broke in. “Have you been withholding information from me?”

Rand turned, to find that Farnsworth had left the press conference in front and crepe-soled up on him from behind.

“I withheld a theory, which seems to have come to nothing,” he replied.

Kavaalen told the D.A. who Rand was. “He’s cooperating with us,” he added. “Sergeant McKenna instructed us to give him every consideration.”

“It seems that a number of valuable pistols were stolen from the collection of the late Lane Fleming,” Rand said. “We suspected that the butler had stolen them and sold them to Rivers; I thought it possible that he might also have killed Rivers to silence him about the transaction.” He shrugged. “None of the stolen items have turned up here, so there’s nothing to connect the thefts with the death of Rivers.”

“Good heavens, you certainly didn’t suspect a prominent and respected citizen like Mr. Rivers of receiving stolen goods?” Farnsworth demanded, aghast.

“Who respects him?” Rand hooted. “Rivers was a notorious swindler; he had that reputation among arms-collectors all over the country. He was expelled from membership in the National Rifle Association for misrepresentation and fraud. Why, he even swindled Lane Fleming on a pair of fake pistols, a week or so before Fleming’s death. And the very reason why your man Olsen was inclined to suspect Stephen Gresham was that he had had trouble with Rivers about a crooked deal Rivers had put over on him. Fortunately, Mr. Gresham has since been cleared of any suspicion, but⁠—”

“Who says he’s been cleared?” Farnsworth snapped. “He’s still a suspect.”

“Sergeant McKenna says so,” Corporal Kavaalen declared. “He has been cleared. I guess we just didn’t get around to telling you about that.” He went on to explain about the long distance call that had furnished Stephen Gresham’s alibi.

“And Gresham was at home from nine twenty-two on,” Rand added. “There are eight witnesses to that: His wife and daughter; myself; Captain Jarrett, here; and his fiancée, Miss Lawrence; Philip Cabot; Adam Trehearne; Colin MacBride.”

Farnsworth looked bewildered. “Why wasn’t I told about that?” he demanded sulkily.

“Sergeant McKenna’s been too busy, and I didn’t think of it,” Kavaalen said insolently. “I’m not supposed to report to you, anyhow. Why didn’t your man Olsen tell you; he was with us when we checked with the telephone company.”

Farnsworth tried to ignore that by questioning Pierre about the time of Gresham’s arrival home, then turned to Rand and wanted to know what the latter’s interest in the case was.

Rand told him about his work in connection with the Fleming collection, producing Humphrey Goode’s letter of authorization. Farnsworth seemed impressed in about the same way as the coroner, Kirchner, but he was still puzzled.

“But I understood that you had been retained by Stephen Gresham, to investigate this murder,” he said.

“So you did talk to Olsen, after I saw him,” Rand pounced. “Odd he didn’t mention this telephone thing.⁠ ⁠… Why, yes; that’s true. My agency handles all sorts of business. The two operations aren’t mutually exclusive; for a while, I even thought they might be related, but now⁠—” He shrugged.

“Well, you believe, now, that Rivers had nothing to do with the pistols you say were stolen from the Fleming collection?” Farnsworth asked. Rand shook his head ambiguously; Farnsworth took that for a negative answer to his question, as he was intended to. “And you say Mr. Gresham has been completely cleared of any suspicion of complicity in this murder?”

“Mr. Rand’s helping us; we want him to stick around till the case is closed,” Corporal Kavaalen threw in, perceiving the drift of Farnsworth’s questions. “He and Sergeant McKenna have worked together

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