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I guarantee that no one is going to trace or overtake that boat. You see?" "Yes," Trigger said disconsolately, slumping back a little. Her right hand dropped to her lap. Well, she thought, last chance! Doctor Veetonia frowned. "First " he began. Trigger slapped the porgee pouch. And the Denton's soundless blast slammed the talented investigator back and over in his chair.
Trigger laid the plain side against the cloth of her skirt, just below the right hip, and let go. It adhered there. She stretched her right leg out to the side and considered the porgee pouch. "Doesn't look too bad," she conceded. "That's real porgee in the top section?" "The real article. Close to nine hundred and fifty credits worth." "Suppose somebody wants to borrow a sniff?
She shrugged. "It's no place I want to be." She settled back a little in her chair. Her right hand brushed the porgee pouch. The porgee pouch. It would have been like the Ermetyne to investigate the pouch carefully, take out the gun and put the pouch back. But they might not have. Somebody was bound to be watching. She couldn't find out not until the instant after she decided to try the Denton.
Wouldn't be good to have them fumbling around the pouch very much!" "They can't," said the Commissioner. "That's why we made it porgee. When you buy a supply, it has to be adjusted to your individual chemistry, exactly. That's mainly what makes it expensive. Try using someone else's, and it'll flip you across the room." "Better get this adjusted to my chemistry then.
Trigger spun the Denton to its stunner setting and laid it back inside the slit which had appeared along the side of the porgee pouch. She ran thumb and finger tip along the length of the slit, and the pouch was sealed again. "That's the part that's worrying me," she admitted. When Trigger presented herself at Commissioner Tate's personal quarters early that evening, she found him alone.
"Hand it over," Trigger said resignedly. "I did see quite a few pouches on the ship. Might as well get people used to thinking I've turned into a porgee sniffer." Holati went back to the desk safe and took out a flat pouch, the length of his hand but narrower. He gave it to her. It appeared to be worked of gold thread; one side was studded with tiny pearls, the opposite surface was plain.
Trigger sighed. "Oh, they're quite inconspicuous and convenient," he assured her. "We checked with the girls on that." "I'll bet!" she said. "Did they okay the porgee pouch too?" "Sure. Porgee doping is a big thing all over the Hub at the moment. Among the ladies anyway. Shows you're the delicate sort, or something like that. I forget what they said. Want to start carrying it?"
Handbag and strap vanished, as her right hand slapped the porgee pouch. The Denton popped into her palm. The flower pot screeched and flew apart. "Golly!" she said, startled. "Come, Fido!" Handbag and strap reappeared and she reached out and caught the strap. She looked around at Commissioner Tate. "Sorry about your pot, Holati. I was just going to shake it up a little.
Mostly she just kept out of everybody's way. Very slick at it! We would have got her fairly fast because we were preparing for take-off to Luscious by then. But she spilled it herself." "How?" "I located her finally again, on transmitter screen. There was no one on her side to impress. She took a sniff of porgee." Trigger laughed delightedly. "Good old porgee pouch! It beat them twice.
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