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Murell, who was accustomed to the relatively drab sunsets of Terra, simply couldn't take his eyes from the spectacle that covered the whole western half of the sky high clouds streaming away from the daylight zone to the west and lighted from below by the sun. There were more clouds coming in at a lower level from the east.
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?"
Glenn Murell. He was fairly tall, with light gray hair, prematurely so, I thought, and a pleasant, noncommittal face. I'd have pegged him for a businessman. Well, I suppose authoring is a business, if that was his business. He shook hands with us, and said: "Aren't you rather young to be a newsman?" I started to burn on that.
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.
Took some of it in cash and the rest in Banking Cartel drafts. Murell says that his information is that Bish Ware, Steve Ravick and Leo Belsher arrived earlier, about an hour ago. He didn't see them himself, but he talked with spaceport workmen who did." The men who had crowded up to the screen seemed to have run out of oaths and obscenities now.
Joe Kivelson said, when we were back in the underwater calm again. "We'll have to stay under till the wind's over. Don't anybody move around or breathe any deeper than you have to. We'll have to conserve oxygen." "Isn't the boat equipped with electrolytic gills?" Murell asked. "Sure, to supply oxygen for a maximum of six men. We have sixteen in here."
"Get him aboard as fast as we can, and get out of here with him. Walt, you're coming along, aren't you?" That was what we'd agreed, while Glenn Murell was still the famous travel-book author. I wanted to get out of it, now. There wouldn't be anything happening aboard the Javelin, and a lot happening here in Port Sandor.
Then I returned to Murell, and decided to wonder about Bish Ware and "Dr. Watson" later. It wasn't long before I was noticing a few odd things about Murell, too, which confirmed my original suspicions of him.
He'd put it on telecast in Belsher's own voice. Maybe the monster-hunters would start looking around for a rope, then. When I got through listening to him, I went over and got a short audiovisual of Captain Marshak of the Peenemünde for the 'cast, and then I rejoined Tom and Murell. "Mr. Murell says he's staying with you at the Times," Tom said.
I saw Murell looking curiously at the square cases, marked TERRAN FEDERATION ARMED FORCES, and 50-MM, MK. 608, ANTIVEHICLE AND ANTIPERSONNEL, 25 ROUNDS, and OVERAGE. PRACTICE ONLY. NOT TO BE ISSUED FOR SERVICE, and INSPECTED AND CONDEMNED. The hunters bought that stuff through the Co-op. It cost half as much as new ammo, but that didn't help them any. The difference stopped with Steve Ravick.
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