"I'll tell you what," Retief said soberly. "In a pinch, I'll mention your name."
"You'll be traveling with Class X credentials," Magnan snapped. "There must be nothing to connect you with the Corps."
"They'll never guess," Retief said. "I'll pose as a gentleman."
"You'd better be getting started," Magnan said, shuffling papers.
"You're right," Retief said. "If I work at it, I might manage a snootful by takeoff." He went to the door. "No objection to my checking out a needler, is there?"
Magnan looked up. "I suppose not. What do you want with it?"
"Just a feeling I've got."
"Please yourself."
"Some day," Retief said, "I may take you up on that."