Murder in the Gunroom eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 264 pages of information about Murder in the Gunroom.

Murder in the Gunroom eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 264 pages of information about Murder in the Gunroom.

“We can look for one man for both jobs, now,” Rand said.  “Probably the motive for Fleming was that merger he was so violently opposed to, and the Rivers killing must have been a security measure of some sort.  There; that must be Gwinnett’s, now.”

The State Police car had pulled up in front of a large three-story frame house with faded and discolored paint and jigsaw scrollwork around the cornices, standing among a clump of trees beside the road.  McKenna and Kavaalen got out, with Walters between them, and started up the path to the front steps.  Ritter stopped behind the white sedan, and he and Rand got out.  By that time, Walters and the two policemen were on the front porch.

Suddenly Ritter turned and sprinted around the right side of the house.  Rand stood looking after him for a moment, then started to follow more slowly; as he did, a shot slammed in the rear.  Jerking out the changeling .38-special, he whirled and ran around the left side of the house, arriving at the rear in time to see Gwinnett standing on a boardwalk between the house and the stable-garage behind, with his hands raised.  There was a fresh bullet-scar on the boardwalk at his feet.  Ritter was covering him from the corner of the house with the .380 Beretta.

Rand strolled over to Gwinnett, frisked him, and told him to put his hands down.

“Nice, Dave,” he complimented.  “I thought of that, too, about a minute too late.  As soon as he saw Walters coming up the walk with the police, he knew what had happened.  Come on, Gwinnett; we’ll go through the house and let them in.”

Gwinnett’s eyes darted from side to side, like the eyes of a trapped animal.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, stiff-lipped.  “What is this, a stick-up?”

Nobody bothered to tell him to stop kidding.  They marched him through the kitchen, where a Negro girl, her arms white with flour, was dithering in fright, and into the front hall.  A woman in a faded housedress had just admitted the two officers and the former Fleming butler.

“You goddam rat!” Gwinnett yelled at Walters, as soon as he saw him.

“For God’s sake, Carl,” the woman begged.  “Don’t make things any worse than they are.  Keep quiet!”

“All right, Gwinnett,” McKenna said.  “We’re arresting you:  receiving stolen goods, and accessory to larceny.  We have a search warrant.  Want to see it?”

“So you have a search warrant,” Gwinnett said.  “So go ahead and search; if you don’t find anything, you’ll plant something.  I want to call my lawyer.”

“That’s your right,” McKenna told him.  “Aarvo, take him to a phone; let him call the White House if he wants to.”  He turned to Walters.  “Now, where would he have this stuff stashed?”

“In the garret, sir.  I know the way.”

As Kavaalen accompanied Gwinnett to the phone, Walters started upstairs.  Rand and McKenna followed, with Mrs. Gwinnett bringing up the rear.  During the search of the attic, she stood to one side, watching the ex-butler dig into a pile of pistols.

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