"

"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 plan