Matheny smiled. "I took some tourist movies," he said. "Self-developing soundtrack film. Sit down and I'll show you."
"Well, thanks, but I am not so much for home movies."
"It won't take long. Please."
Doran shrugged, found a chair and took out a cigarette. "You seem pretty well cheered up now," he remarked. "That is a spirit I like to see. You have got to have faith."
"I'm thinking of a sideline business in live photography," said the Martian. "Get back my losses of today, you know."
"Well, now, Pete, I like your spirit, like I say. But if you are really interested in making some of that old baroom, and I think you are, then listen—"
"I'll sell prints to people for home viewing," went on Matheny. "I'd like your opinion of this first effort."
He dimmed the transparency and started the projector. The screen sprang into colored motion. Sam Wendt blocked the doorway with his shoulders.
"Who knows, I might even sell you one of the several prints I made today," said Matheny.
"Okay, louse," said Sam.