He raised his eyebrows at me slightly.
"When Joe Naples' boy Friday pointed the gun at your head you didn't bat an eyelash," I said.
"I believe those were your instructions," Stenn said mildly.
"Pretty good for a simple businessman. I don't see you showing any signs of the shakes now, either, after what some might call a harrowing experience."
"I have every confidence in your handling—"
"Nuts, Stenn. Those three holes are pretty well grouped, wouldn't you say? The man that put them there was hitting where he was aiming. And he was aiming for you."
"Why me?" Stenn looked almost amused.
"I thought it was a little shakedown crew, out to teach me a lesson," I said. "Until I saw where the shots were going."
Stenn looked at me thoughtfully. He reached up and took a micro-speaker from his ear.
"The twin to the one you rashly disposed of," he said. "Mr. Haug was kind enough to supply it—for a fee. I must tell you that I had a gun in my hand as we approached the South Radial Intermix. Had you accepted the invitation to turn off, I would have halted the car, shot you and gone on alone. Happily, you chose to resist the temptation, for reasons of your own...." He looked at me inquiringly.