One confiscated tube ship, the Wanderer, complete with fittings. The cargo of the same consisting of miscellaneous trade goods. Saturday. Inquire at Collector's Office for details.
"Phew!" gasped Hank Karns. "That was quick work. And planned." He turned and made his way to the Collector's Office.
The man at the front desk gaped at him woodenly.
"S'already sold," he said indifferently, the third time Karns put his question.
"But it says Saturday...."
"Okay—it says Saturday. So what?"
"B-but this is only Tuesday...."
"We have a Saturday every week, dodo. Now trot along and annoy somebody else for a change. I have work to do."
Hank Karns blinked. Why, Saturday was the day the Wanderer docked. These Venusians were getting raw. They must have sold her that very day!
"Who is that old man? Throw him out!"