Ronny Bronston thought about it.
Metaxa added, “That's why one of the requirements of this job is that you yourself be a citizen of United Planets, rather than of any individual planet, have no religious affiliations, no political beliefs, and no racial prejudices. You've got to be able to stand aloof.”
“Yeah,” Ronny said thoughtfully.
Ross Metaxa looked at his watch again and sighed wearily. “I'll turn you over to one of my assistants,” he said. “I'll see you again, though, before you leave.”
“Before I leave?” Ronny said, coming to his feet. “But where do I start looking for this Tommy Paine?”
“How the hell would I know?” Ross Metaxa growled.
In the outer office, Ronny said to the receptionist, “Commissioner Metaxa said for me to get in touch with Sid Jakes.”
She said, “I'm Irene Kasansky. Are you with us?”
Ronny said, “I beg your pardon?”