"I met Dovorkin in a bar. He told me that you were in trouble. You are. Is one of the Moulton Trust's ships at Luna City?"
"Yes."
"Then that's why you're grounded. They've got an in with the Planetary Commerce Commission. What's the demurrage?"
"Seventy-six thousand dollars."
"Can you raise it?"
"No."
Swenson glanced at the sheet. "How come Number 2 is in New York?"
"We're waiting for additional cargo. We have half a load of snuff for Mars. And we've been promised half a load of canned goods for Luna City. It's reduced rate freight that another company can't handle."
"Dovorkin told me about the snuff. That's a starter, anyway." Swenson turned back to the Dispatch Sheet and muttered to himself: "Always a good thing to have snuff for Mars."