Eijkman laughed harshly. "Communicate? The Hog has no intelligence."
"Very well. The last condition is that you must pay my fee, since this private planet makes no donations to Galactic Government." I impulsively doubled my rates and said, "My fee is one thousand x-tops, fifty coupons, to be paid when I've killed the Hog."
Eijkman said, "Gangster!"
Macready said, "Give him platinum bars. Have too many now."
I raised my voice above the arguing. "There's a standard form in my Travel Book. It relieves GG of any consequences and guarantees that I be paid. It must be signed by the highest authority on the planet."
"The Jury is head here!" Eijkman said. "Order!"
His Perfectness mumbled from above, "Give, uh, the alien the form."
Eijkman looked as if he had swallowed something sour. He muttered, "His Perfectness suggests Criminal Alien Kinlock get the statement. Vote."
The other four Maximums nodded. Eijkman said, "Am opposed. Four to one."
Quesnay said, "Good—uh, give the uh statement. Guards, huh, find his baggage. Take him, er, to Dominant Rasmussen."