Fisher settled his bulk in the only chair of the bedroom that was to be Dudley's until his next Terra-bound rocket.
"Liable to be busy today," he said easily, "so I thought I'd have breakfast with you."
"Fine!" said Dudley. "Wait'll I shave and I'll be with you."
When he returned from the bathroom, he thought that he had perfect control of his features. There might not be anything wrong, but it seemed odd that Jack should be around so soon. He wondered if the Kathi Foster affair was in the background.
They went up a few levels to a minor eating place and had scrambled eggs that almost tasted natural. Over the coffee, Fisher opened up.
"Had a little excitement while you were gone," he said.
"Yeah? What?"
Fisher let him wait while he carefully unwrapped the half-smoked remains of a cigar. Tobacco in any form was strictly rationed in all Lunar settlements.
"Ever hear of old Robert Forgeron?" he asked.
"The one they used to call 'Robber' Forgeron?"