He tossed a checkbook on Kor Hal's desk. The top one was blank, but signed.
"There," he said. "Anything up to a hundred-thousand Universal Credits."
"I would prefer," said Kor Hal, "that you draw your own check, to cash." He handed the checkbook back to Winters. "The full amount, in advance."
Burk Winters said one word. "When?"
"Tonight, if you wish. Where are you staying?"
"The Tri-Planet."
"Have dinner there as usual. Then remain in the bar. Sometime during the evening your guide will join you."
"I'll be waiting," Winters said, and went out.
Kor Hal smiled. His teeth were very white, very sharp. They had the hungry look of fangs.