Murder in the Gunroom HTML version

The Lane Fleming collection of early pistols and revolvers was one of the best in the
country. When Fleming was found dead on the floor of his locked gunroom, a
Confederate-made Colt-type percussion .36 revolver in his hand, the coroner's verdict
was "death by accident." But Gladys Fleming had her doubts. Enough at any rate to
engage Colonel Jefferson Davis Rand—better known just as Jeff—private detective and a
pistol-collector himself, to catalogue, appraise, and negotiate the sale of her late
husband's collection.
There were a number of people who had wanted the collection. The question was: had
anyone wanted it badly enough to kill Fleming? And if so, how had he done it? Here is a
mystery, told against the fascinating background of old guns and gun-collecting, which is
rapid-fire without being hysterical, exciting without losing its contact with reason, and
which introduces a personable and intelligent new private detective. It is a story that will
keep your nerves on a hair trigger even if you don't know the difference between a cased
pair of Paterson .34's and a Texas .40 with a ramming-lever.