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"You are being impertinent, but if he was that bad ... You always were up
on your Saduriquil, soft?angles."

"Why Orvy! You still remember my pet name! Now that you've gotten all that
off your thorax, why not relax and tell us why we've been pulled off our
post?graduate work and plunked down here in the midst of savage Pisces and
piscean savages?"

"The good Governor would net care?for?that?tone," Orvenalix grinned.

"Say, how did you know I was doing post?grad work?" yelped Porsupah.

"I picked your pocket back at the hotel. Before I went in to change. Your
school relief notice was in there, along with relevant material. Hardly
consistent with your cover, Pots! Tch!"

"Not only morals!" said the seething Tolian. "No scruples, either!"

"That's an insult! I put the wallet back, didn't I?"

There was a long silence. Finally, unable, to stand the suspense, Porsupah
put a paw into the pouch under his belt to make sure ....

Otvenalix put a truhand over his mouth to cover the slight fluttering of
mandibles that signified laughter among the thranx.

"All right," The intelligence officer said. "let us ob serve. Repler is
backward in many ways, sure. It has a limited population, true. Hut its
shuttle and spacecom facilities are modern and well?manned ?very true.
Major industries are tourism and exotic woods, but the main income is
derived from Repler City's use as a busy transfer point for interstellar
shipping. It's the only habitable planet between Fluva and Praxiteles as
you drive down the Arm. And it's still fairly dose to the center-ward
systems.Ф

A good place to trade around," agreed Porsupah.

'While also avoiding major tariffs on planets of destination. True. Nothing
like the business Terra, Hivehom, or Drallar do, of course. But the
merchants here make a good living, and business is growing steadily if not
spectacularly."

"I've read the manual," Kitten said drily.

"Fine! Good!" Orvenalix reached into a drawer and removed a small vial of
glass ... no, quartz ... with a pressure lock twice as big as the
container, and a small bit of black board. Kitten and Porsupah slid their
chairs closer.

Orvenalix keyed the lock and sprinkled, very carefully, a few grains of