"No!" Matheny scuttled behind a chair. "No, look here! I, Peter Matheny of the Martian Republic, declare you are blackmailing me!"
"I'm asking compensation for damages," growled Sam. "Hand it over or I'll go talk to a lawyer. That ain't blackmail. You got your choice, don't you?"
Matheny wilted. "Yes."
"A megabuck isn't so bad, Pete," soothed Doran. "I personally will see that you earn it back in—"
"Oh, never mind." Tears stood in Matheny's eyes. "You win." He took out his checkbook.
"None of that," rapped Sam. "Cash. Now."
"But you claimed this was a legitimate—"
"You heard me."
"Well—could I have a receipt?" begged Matheny.
Sam grinned.