"You won't tell him why I'm here?" Brill requested. "The Company naturally doesn't want any publicity on this matter yet, Doctor."
"Naturally, Mr. Brill, you don't want a run on annuity policies any more than the Government wants to alarm prospective settlers on Venus by refusing to insure them. Old Daneshaw has probably forgotten more secrets than we'll ever know: but if you think best...."
"I do."
The door swung back smoothly, stopping just short of the file cases, to admit the tall tweed-clad figure of the professor emeritus, who closed it gently, deliberately.
"Morning, Tim."
"Good morning, Jules." Daneshaw noticed the stranger and stood uncertainly just inside the door.
"I'd like to introduce Mr. Brill—Mr. Daneshaw."
Daneshaw's handshake was firm but gentle like his closing of the door. He moved to the maple armchair and sat, crossing his long legs, relaxed.
"Mr. Brill's got a great-aunt on the waiting list for Block Nineteen. He's here looking us over to see if we're fit company."
Mr. Daneshaw looked a question at the doctor, who continued, "Mr. Brill is in the insurance business. He's been telling me about one of their recent problems—whether or not to insure space crews and extraterrestrial colonists. On the Colonia, you know."