"Are you sure about him?" asked the man.
"I know him," Hawtree said. "He's a slob."
"But are you sure?"
"Don't worry, Morrison," Hawtree said. "I know him. He'll talk. Bet you a hundred he never even makes the spaceport."
"Blessed are the fools," said Morrison, "for they shall inherit nothing."
II
Baya sat on the bed and watched him pack. She was from one of the worlds of Mintaka, and as humanoid as they came, not very tall but very well shaped, and colored one beautiful shade of old bronze from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet, except for her mouth, which was a vivid red.
"It seems funny," she said, "to think of you not being here tomorrow."
"Will you die of missing me?"