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standing beside the desk, said nothing, but merely jerked his head toward
where Amalfi was seated, and resumed looking at the big screen back of the
desk.
"Are you the mayor of this burg?" the lieutenant demanded.
"I am," Amalfi said, removing a cigar from his mouth and looking the
lieutenant over with lidless eyes. He decided that he did notejike the
lieutenant. His rump was too big. If a man is going to be barrel-shaped, he
ought to do a good job of it, as Amalfi had. Amalfi had no use for top-shaped
men.
"All right, answer the question, Fatty. What's your business?"
"Petroleum geology."
"You're lying. You're not dealing with some isolated, type Four-Q podunk now,
Okie. These are the Acolyte stars."
Hazleton looked with pointedly vague puzzlement at the lieutenant, and then
back to the screen, which showed no stars at all within any reasonable
distance.
The by-play was lost on the cop. "Petroleum geology isn't a business with
Okies," he said. "You'd all starve if you didn't know how to mine and crack
oil for food. Now give me a straight answer before I decide you're a vagrant
and get tough."
Amalfi said evenly, "Our business is petroleum geology. Naturally we've
developed some side lines since we've been aloft, but they're mostly natural
outgrowths of petroleum geology-on which subject we happen to be experts. We
trace and develop petroleum sources for planets which need the material." He
eyed the cigar judiciously and thrust it back between his teeth.
"Incidentally, Lieutenant,
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you're wasting your breath threatening us with a vagrancy charge. You know as
well as we do that vagrancy laws are specifically forbidden by article one of
the Constitution."
"Consitution?" the cop laughed. "If you mean the Earth Constitution, we
do^'ti'Tiave much contact with Earth out here. These are thef Acolyte stars,
see? Next question: have you any money?"
"Enough."
"How much is enough?"
"If you want to know whether or not we have operating capital, our City
Fathers will give you the statutory yes or no answer if you can give them the
data on your system that they'll need to make the calculation. The answer will
almost assuredly be yes. We're not required to report our profit pool to you,
of course."
"Now look," the lieutenant said. "You don't need to play the space lawyer with
me. All I want to do is get off this town. If you've got dough, I can clear
you-that is, if you got it through legal channels."
"We got it on a planet called He, some distance from here. We were hired by
the Hevians to rub out a jungle which was bothering them. We did it by
regularizing their axis."
"Yeah?" the cop said. "Regularized their axis, eh? I guess that must have been
some job."
"It was," Amalfi said gravely. "We had to setacetus on He's left-hand
frannistan."
"Gee. Will your City Fathers show me the contract? Okay, then. Where are you
going?"
"To garage; we've a bum spindizzy. After that, out again. You people look like
you're well past the stage where you've much use for oil."
"Yeah, we're pretty modernized here, not like some of these border areas you
hear about. These are the Acolyte stars." Suddenly it seemed to occur to him
that he had somehow lost ground; his voice turned brusque again. "So maybe
you're all right, Okie. I'll give you a pass through. Just be sure you go
where you say you're going, and don't make stopovers, understand? If you watch
your step, maybe I can lend you a hand here and there."
Amalfi said, "That's very good of you, Lieutenant. We'll try not to have to
bother you, but just in case we do have to call on you, who shall we ask for?"
"Lieutenant Lerner, Forty-fifth Border Security Group."
"Good. Oh, before you go, I collect medal ribbons- every man to his hobby, you
know. And that royal violet one of yours is quite unusual-I speak as a
connoisseur. Would you consent to sell it? It wouldn't be like giving up the
medal itself-I'm sure your corps would issue you another ribbon."
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