"Practically," Miss Featherpenny said. "It's Felix II again." She handed over the sheaf of papers.
"Why didn't you tell me about this yesterday?" Andy muttered, reading them.
"I thought I could handle it." Miss Featherpenny made a face. "Until I got that answer this morning."
"It sounds like typical Felician thinking," Andy said. "There's no sense trying to argue by mail." He sighed. "You'd better reserve a first-class passage for me on the first ship out."
"Can't I go?" Miss Featherpenny asked.
"Who'd run the office?"
"The stenos can stack stuff until we get back." Miss Featherpenny looked wistful. "I was in on the beginning of it. I want to see it through. Besides, I'd like to see Hrom again."
"Oh, all right," Andy agreed. "Make it two first class."
Blahrog was waiting on the long porch of the space port dining room.