Book description
Andy Blake is no sooner married to Arab that he realizes his home is
not a love nest but an arsenal. True, the fragile, blonde Arabella had
won prizes only in shotgun contests, but she didn't discriminate
against rifles and pistols. As Andy wistfully says, ''The worst thing
about Arab's guns is that they come in handy. She can track down
trouble the way a detector spots land mines.''
Andy and Arab are plunged into this bang-up mystery when they attend
an auction sale where a pistol starts a bidding contest between two
oddly assorted customers. Andy, who also knows his guns, is sure that
the pistol isn't worth more than thirty bucks. He is therefore both
flabbergasted and interested to hear the bidding skyrocket to two
hundred dollars, especially since one of the bidders is a red-head
whose legs he finds the most interesting exhibit at the auction.
As Andy and Arab leave the auction he idly says to her, ''The person
who bought that rod make a down payment on a time bomb. That red-head
wasn't bidding in the hundreds just to stimulate interest in the
auction in general. I got a hunch the new owner will meet a lot of
unpleasant people. Who bought the thing?''
Taking his arm, Arab answered happily, ''I did.''
