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The <strong>man</strong> had been right. The Colt .44 was a fake.<br />
It did not make sense.<br />
Perhaps <strong>the</strong> <strong>man</strong> was a speculator; he had been try<strong>in</strong>g to corner <strong>the</strong> market <strong>in</strong> Civil War period<br />
side arms. An expert. And he had recognized <strong>the</strong> fake; he was <strong>the</strong> professional of professionals.<br />
It would take a professional to know. Someone <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> bus<strong>in</strong>ess. Not a mere collector.<br />
Childan felt a t<strong>in</strong>y measure of relief. Then few o<strong>the</strong>rs would detect. Perhaps no one else. Secret<br />
safe.<br />
Let matter drop?<br />
He considered. No. Must <strong>in</strong>vestigate. First of all, get back <strong>in</strong>vestment; get reimbursement from<br />
Ray Calv<strong>in</strong>. And — must have all o<strong>the</strong>r artifacts <strong>in</strong> stock exam<strong>in</strong>ed by University lab.<br />
But — suppose <strong>man</strong>y of <strong>the</strong>m are non-au<strong>the</strong>ntic?<br />
Difficult matter.<br />
Only way is this, he decided. He felt grim, even desperate. Go to Ray Calv<strong>in</strong>. Confront him.<br />
Insist that he pursue matter back to source. Maybe he is <strong>in</strong>nocent, too. Maybe not. In any case, tell<br />
him no more fakes or I will not buy through him ever aga<strong>in</strong>.<br />
He will have to absorb <strong>the</strong> loss, Childan decided. Not I. If he will not, <strong>the</strong>n I will approach o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
retail dealers, tell <strong>the</strong>m; ru<strong>in</strong> his reputation. Why should I be ru<strong>in</strong>ed alone? Pass it on to those<br />
responsible, hand hot potato back along l<strong>in</strong>e.<br />
But it must be done with utmost secrecy. Keep matter strictly between ourselves.<br />
5<br />
The telephone call from Ray Calv<strong>in</strong> puzzled Wyndam-Matson. He could not make sense out of<br />
it, partly because of Calv<strong>in</strong>'s rapid <strong>man</strong>ner of speech and partly because at <strong>the</strong> moment <strong>the</strong> call<br />
came — eleven-thirty <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> even<strong>in</strong>g — Wyndam-Matson was enterta<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g a lady visitor <strong>in</strong> his<br />
apartment at <strong>the</strong> Muromachi Hotel.<br />
Calv<strong>in</strong> said, 'Look here, my friend, we're send<strong>in</strong>g back that whole last shipment from you people.<br />
And I'd send back stuff before that, but we've paid for everyth<strong>in</strong>g except <strong>the</strong> last shipment. Your<br />
bill<strong>in</strong>g date May eighteenth.'<br />
Naturally, Wyndam-Matson wanted to know why.<br />
'They're lousy fakes,' Calv<strong>in</strong> said.<br />
'But you knew that.' He was dumbfounded. 'I mean, Ray, you've always been aware of <strong>the</strong><br />
situation.' He glanced around; <strong>the</strong> girl was off somewhere, probably <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> powder room.<br />
Calv<strong>in</strong> said, 'I knew <strong>the</strong>y were fakes. I'm not talk<strong>in</strong>g about that. I'm talk<strong>in</strong>g about <strong>the</strong> lousy part.<br />
Look, I'm really not concerned whe<strong>the</strong>r some gun you send us really was used <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> Civil War or<br />
not; all I care about is that it's a satisfactory Colt .44, item whatever-it-is <strong>in</strong> your catalog: It has to<br />
meet standards. Look, do you know who Robert Childan is?'<br />
'Yes.' He had a vague memory, although at <strong>the</strong> moment he could not quite p<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> name down.<br />
Somebody important.<br />
'He was <strong>in</strong> here today. To my office. I'm call<strong>in</strong>g from my office, not home; we're still go<strong>in</strong>g over<br />
it. Anyhow, he came <strong>in</strong> and rattled off some long account. He was mad as hell. Really agitated.<br />
Well, evidently some big customer of his, some Jap admiral, came <strong>in</strong> or had his <strong>man</strong> come <strong>in</strong>.<br />
Childan talked about a twenty-thousand-dollar order, but that's probably an exaggeration. Anyhow,<br />
what did happen — I have no cause to doubt this part — is that <strong>the</strong> Japanese came <strong>in</strong>, wanted to