"Something about treasure on the Moon. Shac couldn't understand what. And they mentioned you. Then the purser joined them." Her whispered words tumbled over one another. "A hundred pounds of gold leaf—that's the purser's price. He's with them—whatever it is. He promised to do something or other for them."
She stopped. "Well?" I prompted.
"That's all. Shac's current was interrupted."
"Tell him to try it again, Venza! I'll talk with him. No! I'd better let him alone. Can you get him to keep his mouth shut?"
"I think he might do anything I told him. He's a man!"
"Find out what you can."
She drew away from me abruptly. "There's Anita and George Prince."
They came to the corner of the deck, but turned back. Venza caught my look. And understood it.
"You do love Anita Prince, Gregg?" Venza was smiling. "I wish you.... I wish some man handsome as you would gaze after me like that." She turned solemn. "You may be interested to know, she loves you. I could see it. I knew it when I mentioned you to her this morning."
"Me? Why we've hardly spoken!"