Jarman spread his stuff out on the floor. "Well," Matt said at once, "you don't need all those photographs." He pointed to a dozen large stereos, each weighing a pound or more.
Tex looked horrified. "Leave my harem behind?" He picked up one. "There is the sweetest redhead in the entire Rio Grande Valley." He picked up another. "And Smitty-I couldn't get along without Smitty. She thinks I'm wonderful."
"Wouldn't she still think so if you left her pic behind?"
"Oh, of course. But it wouldn't be gallant." He considered. "I'll compromise-I'll leave behind my club."
"Your club?" Matt asked, failing to see anything of that description.
"The one I use to beat off the little darlings when they get too persistent."
"Oh. Maybe someday you'll teach me your secret. Yes, leave your club behind; there aren't any girls in the Randolph."
"Is that good?" demanded Tex.
"I refuse to commit myself." Matt studied the pile. "You know what I'd suggest? Keep that harmonica-I like harmonica music. Have those photos copied in micro. Feed the rest to the cat."
"That's easy for you to say."