Cahill laughed roughly. "Dug up a platinum-plated toadstool?"
"Maybe I just met up with the right guy."
"Blackmail?"
"That's a nasty word, Cahill."
"Sure is. What did he do?"
"Let's call it malingering. Let's say he played rough at the wrong time and might have to pay for it high at the present." Farradyne looked at the ceiling. "And maybe that isn't it."
Cahill laughed. "Have it your way, Farradyne. Tell me, do we have a lay-over at Denver or is it better if we take off immediately for Mercury?"
"Cinnabar or Hell City?"
"Cinnabar, if it makes any difference."
"Mercury, Schmercury, I didn't know there was anything there but the central heating plant for the solar system."