"Certainly you are not, Mr. Craig. But it is not possible for me...."
"You said that already, but you can have dinner with me. Just company."
"I'm afraid I don't understand."
The Galactic hotel strove to preserve an archaic tone of hospitality. It advertised "a night's lodgings" and it possessed a bellboy. The bellboy actually carried Craig's plasticarton and large file of punch cards and forms to his room. Tired from the long, confusing day, Craig was not impressed. He vaguely wondered if the little drama of the hotel carried so far as a small fee to be paid the bellboy, and he hoped he would have the right size of Terran units in his wallet.
Outside the door to the room, the bellboy stopped and turned to Craig.
"For five I'll tell you where it is," he said in a subdued tone.
"Tell me where what is?"
"You know, the mike."
"Mike?"