Doran lingered. “Look here, Pete,” he said, “I will make this up to you. Honest. All you have got to do is trust me.”
“Sure.” Matheny slumped on the bed. “Not your fault. Let me alone for a while, will you?”
“Look, I will come back in a few hours and
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buy you the best dinner in all the Protectorates
and”
“Sure,” said Matheny, “Sure.”
Doran left, closing the door with great gentleness.
He returned at 1730, entered, and stopped dead. The floor space was half taken up by a screen and a film projector. “What happened, Pete?” he asked uncertainly.
Matheny smiled. “I took some tourist movies,” he said. “Self-developing soundtrack film. Sit down, and I’ll show you.”
“Well, thanks, but I am not so much for home movies.”
“It won’t take long. Please.”
Doran shrugged, found a chair, and took out a cigarette. “You seem pretty well cheered up now,” he remarked. “That is a spirit I like to see. You have got to have faith.”
“I’m thinking of a sideline business in live photography,” said the Martian. “Get back my losses of today, you know.”
“Well, now, Pete, I like your spirit, like I say. But if you are really interested in making some of that old baroom, and I think you are, then
listen”
“I’ll sell prints to people for home viewing,” went on Matheny. “I’d like your opinion of this first effort.” He dimmed the transparency and started the projector. The screen sprang into colored motion. Sam Wendt blocked the doorway with his shoulders.
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“Who knows, I might even sell you one of the several prints I made today,” said Matheny.
… “Okay, louse,” said Sam….
“Life is hard on Mars,” commented Matheny in an idle tone, “and we’re an individualistic culture. The result is pretty fierce competition, though on a person-to-person rather than organizational basis. All friendly enough, butOh, by the way, how do you like our Martian camera technology? I wore this one inside my buttonhole.”
Doran in the screen shrugged and said: “I am sorry, Pete.” Doran in the chair stubbed out his cigarette, very carefully, and asked, “How much do you want for that film?”
“Would a megabuck be a fair price?” inquired Matheny.
“Uh … huh.”
“Of course, I am hoping Sam will want a copy too.”
Doran swallowed. “Yeah. Yes, I think I can talk him into it.”
“Good.” Matheny stopped the projector. He sat down on the edge of the table, swinging one leg, and lit his pipe. Its bowl glowed in the dimness like the eye of a small demon. “By the way,” he said irrelevantly, “if you check newscast tapes you’ll find I was runner-up in last year’s all-Martian pistol contest. We shoot from the hip.”
“I see.” Doran wet his lips. “Uh, no-hard feelings. No, none at all. But say, in case you are, well, you know, looking for a slipstring, what I came here for was to tell you I have
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located the very guy you want. Only he is in jail right now, see, and it will cost”
“Oh, no!” groaned Matheny. “Not the Syrtis Prospector! Kids are taught that one in kindergarten.”
Doran bowed his head. “We call it the Spanish Prisoner here,” he said. He got up. “I will send the price of those films around in the
morning.”
“You’ll call your bank and have the cash pneumoed here tonight,” said Matheny. “Also Sam’s share. I daresay he can pay you back.”
“No harm in trying, was there?” asked Doran
humbly.
“None at all,” said Matheny. He chuckled. “In fact, I’m grateful to you. You helped me solve my major problem.”
“What?”
“I’ll have to investigate further, but I’m sure my hunch will be confirmed. You see, we Mar- , tians have stood in awe of Earthmen. And since for a long time there’s been very little contact between the two planets except the purely official, impersonal sort, there’s been nothing to disabuse us. It’s certainly true that our organizations can’t compete with yours, because your whole society is based on organizations.But now, by the same token, I wonder if your individuals can match ours. Ever hear of the Third Moon? No? the whipsaw play? The aqueduct squeeze? Good Lord, can’t you even load a derrel set?” Matheny licked his chops. “So there’s our Martian export to Earth. Martian con men. I tell you this under security, of coursenot that