Chip looked at Retief. "You ain't no tourist, Mister. I know that much. You didn't come out here for fun, did you?"
"That," Retief said, "would be a hard one to answer."
IV
Retief awoke at a tap on his door.
"It's me, Mister. Chip."
"Come on in."
The chef entered the room, locking the door.
"You shoulda had that door locked." He stood by the door, listening, then turned to Retief.
"You want to get to Jorgensen's perty bad, don't you, Mister?"