Clevis eyed him calmly even though Farradyne was large enough to take the smaller, older man's hide off. "I am not here to argue that point," he said. "And I don't intend to. Regardless of how you feel, I'm offering you a chance to get out of this mess. It's a space job."
"What makes you think I'll play stool pigeon?"
"It's no informer's job. It's space piloting."
"I'll bet."
"You bet and I'll cover it a thousand to one."
Farradyne sat down on the dingy bed. "Go ahead and talk, Clevis. I'll listen."
Clevis dug into his briefcase and brought out a flower. "Do you know what this is?" he asked, handing the blossom to Farradyne.
Farradyne looked at it briefly. "It might be a gardenia, but it isn't."
"How can you tell?" asked Clevis eagerly.
"Only because you wouldn't be coming half way across Venus to bring me a gardenia. So that is a love lotus."