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Moving about among them, he had seemed like a softly padding elephant. And there was an elephant's steady deftness in the way he held out the tiny tobacco trays. The Ermetyne winked at Quillan. "Quillan wrestled Virod to a pindown once," she said to Trigger. "A fifty-seven minute round, wasn't it?" "Thereabouts," Quillan said.
They've got a detector system set up now that would spot a catassin if it moved twenty feet in any direction." "Life detectors go haywire out of normal space, don't they?" she said. "That's why they surfaced then." Quillan nodded. "You're a well-informed doll. They're pretty certain it's been sucked into space or disposed of by its owner, but they'll go on looking till we dive beyond Garth."
"Go ahead, ole keen-eyed op!" Quillan said in kindly tones. "Not that you don't have it coming, boy," said Gaya. "But watch yourself! This one is dangerous. This one could sink you for keeps." "You're going out of your mind, doll," said Quillan.
Perhaps he'd managed to have a better cabin offered to them. It must be convenient to have that kind of a pull. "Well, we didn't just leave it up to them," Quillan said. "Ship's Engineering spotted a radiation leak in their cabin. Slight but definite. They got bundled out in a squawking hurry." He added, "They did get a better cabin though."
Major Quillan looked broodingly at his drink for a moment. "There they sit," he remarked suddenly, "with their stupid plastic faces hanging out! Rows of them. You feed them something you don't understand. They don't understand it either. Nobody can tell me they can. But they kick it around and giggle a bit, and out comes some ungodly suggestion." "So they helped you find me?" she said cautiously.
I'm merely mentioning that I'm interested in the purchase of plasmoids. Incidentally, I'd be very much more interested even in seeing you, and Quillan, enter my employ directly. Yes, Belchik?" Pluly had begun giggling wildly. "I was ha-ha having the same idea!" he gasped. "About one of ha-ha of 'em anyway! He jerked and came to an abrupt stop, transfixed by Trigger's stare.
Then he reached for his glass, blinking at top speed. "Excuse me," he muttered. "Hardly, Belchik!" said Lyad. She gave Trigger a small wink. "But I can assure you, Trigger Argee, that you'd find my pay and working conditions very attractive indeed." It seemed a good moment to look inscrutable. Trigger did. "Serious about that, Lyad?" asked Quillan. The Ermetyne said, "Certainly I'm serious.
Virod was a Tranest arena professional before I took him into my personal employ, and he's very, very rarely been beaten in any such contest." She laughed. "And before such a large group of people too! I'm afraid he's never quite forgiven you for that, Quillan." "I'll keep out of his way," Quillan said easily.
Nelchen paused, quite out of breath after this ambitious career in the imaginative. "To see the King, indeed!" scoffed little Louis Quillan. "Why, we would see only a very disreputable pockmarked wornout lecher if we did." "Still," she pointed out, "I would like to see a king. Simply because I never have done so before, you conceive." "At times, my Nelchen, you are effeminate.
Trigger felt the flush deepen. "I got her off her guard," she said. "Obviously," said Quillan. "In any ordinary argument she could pull your legs off and tie you up with them. Still, that wasn't bad. Have you talked to anybody since you came on board?" "Just the room stewardess. And a couple of old ladies in the next cabin." "Yeah," he said. "Couple of old ladies. What did you talk about?"
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