He touched the admission stud, and the door slid silently aside. There was no doubt about it, her body did match her face.
"Do come in, Norma," he said.
She stepped inside, and Drake touched the closing button. The door slid shut behind her.
She stood there for a moment, looking at him, and Drake took the opportunity to study the girl more closely. At last, she said: "So you're Anson Drake. You're even better looking than I'd heard you were. Congratulations."
"I have a good press agent," Drake said modestly. "What's on your mind?" He waved his hand at a nearby chair.
"The same thing that's on yours, I suspect," she said. "Do you have a drink to spare?"
Drake unlimbered himself from the bed, selected a bottle from the menu and dialed. The robot bellhop whirred, a chute opened in the wall, and a bottle slid out. Drake poured, handed the tumbler to the girl, and said: "This is your party; what do you have in mind?"
The girl took a sip of her drink before she answered. Then she looked up at Drake with her deep brown eyes. "Two things. One: I have no intention or desire to compete with Anson Drake for the Necklace of Algol. Both of us might end up in jail with nothing for our pains.
"Two: I have a foolproof method for getting the necklace, but none for getting it off the planet. I think you probably have a way."