Underneath, in temporary racks, were two dozen Winchester repeating rifles.
"Why--what--what--" murmured Hilma blankly.
"Well, I told you not to mind," said Annixter.

"It isn't anything.

Let's look through the rooms." "But you said you knew what it was," she protested, bewildered.

"You wanted to make believe it was machinery.

Are you keeping anything from me?
Tell me what it all means.