Fair enough.
Only— where did that dirt go?
Narcissus returned and opened the closet door. “It’s a Commander John Wall. He vised from Washington earlier tonight. I told you, remember?”
“John Wall?”
J. W., fifteen hundred credits! The third client!
“Jet him in,” Gallegher ordered breathlessly. “Quick! Is he alone?”
“Yes.”
“Then step it up!”
Narcissus padded off, to return with a gray-haired, stocky figure in the uniform of the space police. Wall grinned briefly at Gallegher, and then his keen eyes shot toward the machine by the window.
“That it?”