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The visiphone chimed when Peri had just gotten into her dinner gown. She peeled it off again and slipped on a casual bathrobe a wisp of translucence which had set the president of Antarctic Enterprises, or had it been the chairman of the board, back several thousand dollars. Then she pulled a lock of lion-colored hair down over one eye, checked with a mirror, rumpled it a tiny bit more and wrapped the robe loosely on top and tight around the hips.
After all, some of the men who knew her private number were important.
She undulated to the phone and pressed its Accept. “Hello-o, there,” she said automatically. “So sorry to keep you waiting, I was just taking a bath andOh. It’s you.”
Gus Doran’s prawn-like eyes popped at her.
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“Holy Success,” he whispered in awe. “You sure the wires can carry that much voltage?”
“Well, hurry up with whatever it is,” snapped Peri. “I got a date tonight.”
“I’ll say you do! With a Martian.”
“Hm?” Peri widened her silver-blue gaze and flapped sooty lashes at him. “You must have heard wrong, Gus. He’s the heir apparent of Indonesia, Inc., that’s who, and if you called up to ask for a piece of him you can just blank right out again. I saw him first!”
Doran’s thin sharp face grinned. “I know what I’d like a piece of,” he said. “But you break that date, Peri. Put it off or something. I got this Martian for you, see?”
“So? Since when has all Mars had as much spending money as one big-time marijuana rancher? Not to mention the heir ap”
“Sure, sure. But how much are those boys going to spend on any girl, even a high-level type like you? Listen, I need you just for tonight, see? This Martian is a whack. Strictly from gone. He is here on official business, but he is a yokel and I do mean hayseed. Like he asked me what the Christmas decorations in all the stores were! And this is the solar nexus of it, Peri, kid.” Doran leaned forward as if to climb out of the screen. “He has got a hundred million dollars expense money, and they are not going to audit his accounts at home. One hundred million good green certificates, legal -tender anywhere in the United Protectorates. And he has about as much backbone as a piece of steak alga. Kid, if I did
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not happen to have a small nephew I would say this will be like taking candy from a baby.”
Peri’s peaches-and-cream countenance began, to resemble peaches and cream left overnight on Pluto. “Badger?” she asked.
“Sure. You and Sam Wendt handle the routine. I will take the go-between angle, so he will think of me as still his friend, because I have other plans for him too. But if we can’t shake a million out of him for this one night’s work there is something akilter. And your share of a million is three hundred thirty-three”
“Is five hundred thousand flat,” said Peri. “Too bad I just got an awful headache and can’t see Mr. Sastro tonight. Where you at, Gus?”
The gravity was not as hard to take as Peter Matheny had expected. Three generations on Mars might lengthen the legs and expand the chest a trifle, but the genes had come from Earth and the organism readjusts. What set him gasping was the air. It weighed like a ton of wool and had apparently sopped up half the Atlantic Ocean. Ears trained to listen through the Martian atmosphere shuddered from the racket conducted by Earth’s. The passport official seemed to bellow at him.
“Pardon me for asking this. The United Protectorates welcome all visitors to Earth, and I assure you, sir, an ordinary five-year visa provokes no questions. But since you came on an official courier boat of your planet, Mr. Matheny, regulations force me to ask your business.”
“Well … recruiting.”
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The official patted his comfortable stomach, iridescent in neolon, and chuckled patronizingly. “I am afraid, sir, you won’t find many people who wish to leave. They wouldn’t be able to see the Teamsters Hour on Mars, would they?”