Avon Fantasy Reader No. 7 — page 122: what you’re looking at

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118 | FRANK GRUBER pounds, but compared to Parker’s five-seven and one hundred and forty pounds he was a veritable giant. . , Yet Parker returned him look for look. “What the devil are you doing in my room?” Parker demanded. 3 | a “The gun,” the other man said. “I want it.” “Then you should have outbid me.” “I didn’t have any more money. But you don’t want that gun. You haven’t any. use for it.” | ‘ ; “I can sell it,” Parker sneered. “It’s evidently a rare specimen.” “No, it isn’t. It’s a plain, ordinary Navy Colt. They made thousands of them during the Civil War and this one is no better than hundreds that are \ still in existence. Any gun collector will sell you one just like it for twenty dollars.” 3 “Then why did you bid fifty dollars for it?” “Because it’s my gun.” . Parker glowered. “If it’s your gun how’d it happen to get into the effects of Harrison Phillips?” 2 ? “His father acquired it some years ago. Harrison Phillips didn’t know to whom it belonged originally. He kept it in a glass case all these years.” “Then why didn’t you buy it from Phillips?” : , “I couldn’t. He wasn’t the right type.” “And you think I am. Well, you’re wrong. I’m not. I bought this gua fair and square and I’m going to keep it.” ep ~It’ll be the sorriest thing you’ve ever done. I know, believe me. You see, I was the same type.” John Parker took the gun from under his coat and hefted it in his hand. “T like the gun,” : | ~ “Yes, I know. And you’ve already used it. Another inch to the right and you'd have killed J. B. Arthur. Next time you won’t miss.” 3 Parker’s eyes became slits. “What do you know about J. B. Arthur?” The other man shrugged. “I saw what you did. You laid out Wilton and then you took a potshot at Arthur. And now you're planning to take a shot at me.” The hair seemed to stand up on the back of Parker’s neck. But there was no thought in his mind of backing down. : _ “Who the devil are you?” “The original owner of that gun.” “You're crazy. You said yourselt that Harrison Phillips’ father had acquired im) GOmMicbooksnco im