Never Trust a Thief!

Kiley felt all-powerful with the alien guiding him in the looting of a world. Now the whole galaxy was his if he could remember to—
Kiley took one last, fond look at the glittering heap of jewels in the back of the spaceship, nodded happily to himself, and began to set up a blastoff orbit. Somewhere down on the field far below, he could see dot-like figures—spaceport attendants, all firmly convinced that this was an authorized flight.
He chuckled. This is the right way to pull a job , he thought contentedly. Hypnotize 'em silly and then walk in and take what you want.
His fingers skipped lightly over the control panel as he readied the ship for blastoff. For the first time in his life he felt truly happy. Two million stellors of rare gems in the back of the ship, and even after cutting Thaklaru in for his share, that still left a million. A million stellors! Lord, that sounded good!
Well, Kiley, are you going to spend all day dreaming? I'm waiting for you!
The rolling thunder of Thaklaru's voice in Kiley's mind jolted him back to reality. I'm on my way, he said out loud, knowing that the alien was listening. I've got the stuff, and I'll be there before you know it.
Good. I'm anxious to see those jewels.
Don't worry about it, Thaklaru.
I'm not worrying. But I know you'd be quite willing to blast off in the other direction and keep them all for yourself.
Kiley grinned. Nothing's secret from you, eh, Thaklaru? You don't miss a thing.
I can't afford to , the alien's telepathic voice said. The first rule in thievery is never to trust an accomplice.
That makes sense, Kiley admitted. Only there's no way I can escape you—not when you can telepath anywhere in the galaxy. How do I get to your planet?