"So was I," Larry said. "I don't know why I'm bothering to run away. All they'll have to do is pick me up at my hotel."
The Arcturian chuckled dryly. "No. I don't think anyone recognized you. Don't forget that all Earthmen look alike to other beings. The only reason I knew who you were is that I'm a fan of yours. I was glad to see you beat that Dornellian, believe me."
"Thanks," Larry said. "But it's not going to do me any good when I get into the ring against Fornax Kedrin. If an ordinary Dornellian citizen puts up a fight like that, what am I going to do against a professional boxer?"
The Arcturian laughed again. "Just get in there and fight, Filmore. You can handle him. I'm sure you can."
The car pulled up before the hotel where Larry and his manager were staying, and Larry got out. The Arcturian waved to him and drove off.
Wearily, Larry dragged himself inside and into the elevator.
"Seventeen, please."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Filmore," said the Dornellian elevator boy.
He pushed open the door to his room and dropped on the bed, dead tired. He didn't dare look in the mirror; he was afraid to see what a mess the Dornellian had made out of his face, which hadn't been any too neat before.