Thirty seconds passed and then the door opened and Stenn walked in.
Stenn glanced at me. "Well," he said. "Mr. Smith."
"The Smith routine is just a gag," Arena said. "His name is—Maclamore."
For an instant, I thought I saw a flash of expression on Stenn's face. He crossed the room and sat down.
"Well," he said. "A very rational move, your coming here. I trust you struck a profitable bargain?" He looked hard at me, and this time there was expression. Hate, I would call it, offhand.
"Not much of a deal at that, Stenn," Arena said. "The captain is a tough nut to crack. He wants my help with no strings attached. I think I'm going to buy it."
"How much information has he given you?"
Arena laughed. "Nothing," he said. "Max Arena going for a deal like that. Funny, huh? But that's the way the fall-out fogs 'em."
"And what have you arranged?"