He saluted crisply and said: “You wanted to see me, sir?“
Garr Symm leaned forward over his desk, making a tent of his scaly green fingers and peering over it. He said three words. He said: “The Earthgirl Dennison.“
“The Spacer Graveyard,“ Ramar Chind said promptly. That was an easy one. His agents had been following the Dennison girl, at Garr Symm’s orders. Ramar Chind did not know why.
“And?“ Garr Symm asked.
“The Earthman Ramsey, the Vegan Vardin, both are with her. We can close in and arrest the lot, sir, any time you wish.“
“Fool,“ Garr Symm said softly, without malice. “That is the last thing I want. Don’t you understand that? No, I guess you don’t.“
“Yes, sir.“
“Their ship?“
“Every morning after they leave we go over it. Still two or three nights away from completion, sir. Also—“ Ramar Chind smiled.
“Yes, what is it?“