The young man sprang to his feet, furious. "You what?"
"Turn your antigravs off. I told him Jed Carmody was in the parish. Are you Jed Carmody?"
The other sat down and exhaled heavily. "You're on course—I'm nobody just now."
"Any identification come with the package?"
"Naah, what'd you expect...? But why tell anyone that Jed Carmody's hitting the locality?"
"I thought you might be interested in picking up a little free-falling foliage."
The young man shook his head impatiently. "Risk having this hulk heated up for a half-credit crime? Don't be an alien, Gorman. I'm going to hit subsoil until this other life-form gets collected by the hounds."
"Thought you might like to do it to help me out," Gorman murmured.
The other man stared. "How do you fit into the pattern?" Gorman shrugged. "Oh, I get it: this guy's putting the barometer on you?"
Gorman nodded.