"What sort of responsibilities?"
"You have an unmanned orbit-ship which is now a derelict in the Asteroid Belt. You have a scout-ship out there also. You can't just leave them there as a navigation hazard to every ship traveling in the sector. There are also a few mining claims which aren't going to be of much value to you now."
"I see," Greg said. "Are you offering to buy Dad's mining rig?"
"Well, I doubt very much that we'd have any use for it, as such. But we could save you the trouble of going out there to haul it in."
"That's very thoughtful," Greg said. "How much are you offering?"
Tom looked up in alarm. "Wait a minute," he said. "That rig's not for sale...."
"How much?" Greg repeated.
"Forty thousand dollars," Merrill Tawney said. "Ship, rig and claims. We'll even pay the transfer tax."
Tom stared at the man, wondering if he had heard right. He knew what Roger Hunter had paid for the rig; he had been with Dad when the papers were signed. Tawney's offer was three times as much as the rig was worth.
But Greg was shaking his head. "I don't think we could sell at that price."