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I'd put away my pencil and pad long ago with Murell; now I got them out ostentatiously as I approached. "Good day, gentlemen," I greeted them. "I'm representing the Port Sandor Times." "Oh, run along, sonny; we haven't time to bother with you," Hallstock said. "But I want to get a story from Mr. Belsher," I began.
But in three months he ought to see as much as Walt saw in a couple of hours." "Well, maybe Belsher doesn't know what's suspicious, the way Walt does," Tom said. "I'm sure he doesn't," I said. "But he and Murell are both in the wax business. I'll bet he noticed dozens of things I never even saw." "Then we'd better take awfully good care of Mr. Murell," Tom said.
I've seen so-called Westerns with the cowboys riding Freyan oukry. I mentioned that, and then added: "They'll think the old cattle towns like Dodge and Abilene were awful sissy places, though." "I suppose they were, compared to Port Sandor," Lautier said. "Are you going aboard to interview the distinguished visitor?" "Which one?" I asked. "Glenn Murell or Leo Belsher?"
I'd just thought that Ravick and Belsher had gotten Bish drunk and found out about the way the men were posted around Hunters' Hall and the lone man in the jeep on Second Level Down. Then it occurred to me that Bish might have seen a way of getting Fenris rid of Ravick and at the same time save everybody the guilt of lynching him. Maybe he'd turned traitor to save the rest of us from ourselves.
He still wore the beard, now white, that was practically the monster-hunters' uniform. "The stuff come in all right?" I asked Dad, letting down the lifter. "Yes. What do you think of that fellow Belsher?" he asked. "Did you ever hear such an impudent string of lies in your life?" Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the lifter full of luggage, and saw somebody with me. "Mr. Murell?
You ought to have heard what Gerrit and Belsher as far as I know, that is his real name called me after they found out, when they got out of that jeep and Captain Courtland's men snapped the handcuffs on them. It even shocked a hardened sinner like me." There was a lot more of it.
You were going to produce him at the meeting and have him bid against Belsher, only that tread-snail fouled your lines for you. So then you thought you had to stall off a new contract till he got out of the hospital." The two Kivelsons and Oscar Fujisawa were looking at one another; Joe and Tom in consternation, and Oscar in derision of both of them. I was feeling pretty good.
"Oh, Steve, the young man's from the news service, and his father will publish whatever he brings home," Belsher argued. "We'd better give him something." He turned to me. "I don't know how this got out, but it's quite true," he said. He had a long face, like a horse's. At least, he looked like pictures of horses I'd seen.
While it was going on, I went to the communication screen and got the Times, and told Dad what had happened. "Yes," he said. "That was what I was afraid you'd find. Glenn Murell called in from the spaceport a few minutes ago. He says Mort Hallstock came in with his car, and he heard from some of the workmen that Bish Ware, Steve Ravick and Leo Belsher came in on the Main City Level in a jeep.
"You won't be going on the Simón Bolivar, along with Ravick and Belsher. And that reminds me. Have you talked to Bish lately? He'd be hurt if you didn't see him before he left." The truth was, I'd been avoiding Bish, and not just because I knew how busy he was.
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