"Oh, yes." Rand turned. "Is this the whole thing? What's on the walls,
here?"

"Yes, sir. There is also a wall-case containing a number of modern
pistols and revolvers, and several rifles and shotguns, in the room
formerly occupied by Mr. Fleming, but they are not part of the
collection, and they are now the personal property of Mrs. Fleming.
I understand that she intends selling at least some of them, on her
own account. Then, there is a quantity of ammunition and
ammunition-components in that closet under the workbench--cartridges,
primed cartridge-shells, black and smokeless powder, cartridge-primers,
percussion caps--but they are not part of the collection, either. I
believe Mrs. Fleming wants to sell most of that, too."

"Well, I'll talk to her about it. I may want to buy some of the
ammunition for myself," Rand said. "So I only need to bother with what's
on the walls, in this room?... By the way, did Mr. Fleming keep any sort
of record of his collection? A book, or a card-index, or anything like
that?"

"Why no, sir." Walters was positive. Then he hedged. "If he did, I never
saw or heard of anything of the sort. Mr. Fleming knew everything in this
room. I've seen him, downstairs, when somebody would ask him about
something, close his eyes as though trying to visualize and then give a
perfect description of any pistol in the collection. Or else, he could
enumerate all the pistols of a certain type; say, all the Philadelphia
Deringers, or all the Allen pepperboxes, or all the rim-fire Smith &
Wesson tip-back types. He had a remarkable memory for his pistols,
although it was not out of the ordinary otherwise, sir."