It was an expensive dress, Vickers recognized, an exclusive Venusian creation of green gossamer that was very nearly transparent even to his normal vision. He was a little shocked and looked away.
The man called Thorpe beamed at him. "Glad to see you, Vickers," he said and made it sound genuine. "Won't you sit down?"
Vickers let himself sink into a chair across from the girl. He couldn't keep from studying her. Her brown hair was done in a sort of halo effect and she wore wedge type sandals that must have added three inches to her height and made her feet look tiny.
Thorpe cleared his throat.
"We had a good reason for bringing you here," he said; "I hope it didn't inconvenience you too much."
"Get to the point," said Vickers.
Thorpe looked startled.
"Vickers, we can use a man with your unique talents. In fact, there's a job that no one but you—"
"Sorry."
Vickers was on his feet, starting for the door to the reception room.