"... still, if Mr. Leatherwell will agree, in addition to guaranteeing your title to 95739-A, to purchase your output at four credits a ton, FOB his collection station—"
Mancziewicz looked at Leatherwell. Leatherwell hesitated, then nodded. "Agreed," he croaked.
"... and to open his commissary and postal facilities to all prospectors operating in the belt...."
Leatherwell swallowed, eyes bulging, glanced at Mancziewicz's face. He nodded. "Agreed."
"... then I think I'd sign an agreement releasing him from his offer."
Mancziewicz looked at Magnan.
"You're the Terrestrial Consul-General," he said. "Is that the straight goods?"
Magnan nodded. "If Mr. Leatherwell agrees—"
"He's already agreed," Retief said. "My pocket recorder, you know."
"Put it in writing," Mancziewicz said.