"It seems sort of poetic," Miss Featherpenny romanced. "Leprechauns are supposed to be cobblers."
Blahrog snorted.
Andy turned and addressed her from the full distance between a promoter third class and a girl from the steno pool. "Miss Featherpenny, I will ask for your opinion when I want it."
Miss Featherpenny answered from her side of the gulf. "Yes, sir."
Andy had always despised rank-pullers. He turned to Blahrog "I'll have to send the dope back to the Home Office so they can put it through the computer and send me the ad-intensity index."
Blahrog looked a polite enquiry.
"That will tell us how effective the ad campaign will have to be to make a go of this. What's the fastest way to send a message to Earth?"
"Radiogram the satellite station," Blahrog answered. "They'll relay it to the next ship within range, and the ship will relay it to the next planet it nears with the radiogram facilities to send it to Earth."
"How long will it take to get an answer?" Andy asked.
"About twelve days."