Cal bridled. "Funny? Then tell me why."
"You, who hates roistering, adventure, space, and hell-raising. Going after Murdoch's Hoard! That, I want to see."
"So that you can laugh at my fumbling attempts?"
Tinker sobered. "I've been unkind, Cal. But you are not equipped to make a search like that."
"No?"
"You, with your quiet disposition and easy-going ways. Yes, Cal, I can be honest with you. Forgive me, but the idea of watching you conduct a wild expedition like that intrigues me," Tinker became serious for a moment. "Besides, I'd like to be there when you open Murdoch's Hoard."
"Hm-m-m. Well, it's just an idea."
"You'll get right back into your rut, Cal. You don't really intend to do anything about it, do you?"
"Well—"
"Cal—would you give me the Key?"