Remish looked distastefully at the drooling thing that had been Lansfer and holstered his gun. He nodded.
"And we'll bring the rest of his treasure back to civilization. We can use it to rehabilitate neoin addicts."
He looked hopefully at Barnard. "When you print this, you won't be too hard on the Space Police? We could use some favorable publicity—"
Barnard was whispering to Gail. Both were grinning widely. Barnard turned his grin to Remish.
"We love the Space Police," he assured the officer. "Now, as the highest official on this planet, you have the power to marry people. If you'll hurry up, we'll be starting back to Earth on our honeymoon."
He was suddenly thoughtful. "And maybe to do a column or two for the System News Service!"