badly-rusted

Updated: May 15, 2025

After a few minutes in the gunroom, going over Lane Fleming's arms-books on the shelf over the workbench without finding any trace of the book in which he had catalogued his collection, he got his hat and coat, went down to the garage, and took out his car. It had stopped raining for the time being; the dingy sky showed broken spots like bits of bluing on a badly-rusted piece of steel.

H. Beam Piper - Murder in the Gunroom