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Updated: June 6, 2025
That's just how Belchik keeps his harem grouped around him when he's working. Not too bad an idea it does cut down the chatter. This is his office." "Office!" Then she saw the large business desk with prosaic standard equipment which stood on the carpet on the other side of the pool. They moved rapidly past the pool, Quillan still hauling at her arm.
She was positive, for one thing, that Belchik Pluly wasn't at all happy about Balmordan's presence. Dinner was over before the Garth take-off, and they switched themselves back to the mountainside and took other chairs. A red-haired, green-eyed, tanned, sinuous young woman called Flam appeared from time to time to renew brandy glasses and pass iced fruits around.
But he and that unpleasant Belchik Pluly had engaged in some jovial back-slapping and rib-punching when he and Trigger went over to join Lyad's party at her request; and Quillan cried out merrily that he and Belchik had long had one great interest in common ha-ha-ha!
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.
"You're a nerve-wracking woman, Lyad," Belchik said unhappily. "Yes. I'm scrambling, of course." He shuddered. "I can't afford to take chances. Not when you're around." "Of course not, and even so," said Lyad, "there are still reasons why an unconsidered word might be embarrassing in this company. So, no, Trigger, I'm not expecting anybody to agree to anything tonight.
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.
"Did you people know," Lyad said, "that the trouble on the way between Maccadon and Evalee was caused by a catassin killing?" There was a touch of mischief in the question, Trigger thought. There were assorted startled responses. The Ermetyne went briefly over some of the details Quillan had told; essentially it was the same story. "And do you know, Belchik, what the creature was trying to do?
She cut in the don't-disturb barrier and dialed Holati's ship. It took a while to get through; he was probably busy somewhere in the crate. Like Belchik Pluly, the Commissioner, while still a very wealthy man, would have been a very much wealthier one if it weren't for his hobby. In his case, the hobby was ships, of which he now owned two.
"Purse was open," he remarked significantly. "Uh-huh," Trigger agreed. "How's the doohinkus?" She laughed. "Safe and sound! Believe me." "Good," he said. He still looked somewhat puzzled. "Put the eye on Belchy for a few seconds then. We're taking Lyad along. I'll have to carry her now." "Right," Trigger said. She felt rather jaunty at the moment. She put the eye on Belchik. Belchik moaned.
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