"Now, Mr. Moynahan." Mr. Peet licked his lips nervously. "Stanley, go into my office. The doctor will be here in a moment. Miss Webb, you may go home. I'll have no more work for you today."
Albert Peet led Stanley through the door. Jaro and Miss Webb were alone. With his eye on the door, Jaro said:
"When you go out, turn left toward the native quarter. Wait for me in the first grog shop you come to."
Miss Webb raised her eyebrows. "What's this? A new technique?"
"Look," began Jaro annoyed.
"My eyes are practically popping out of my head now," she interrupted. "Another morning like this and I take the first space liner back to Earth." She jammed her hat on backward, snatched her bag from the desk drawer.
"I'm not trying to pick you up. This is...."
"How disappointing."
Jaro began again patiently. "Wait for me in the first grog shop. There's something I must know. It's important." He cleared his throat. "Don't you find the heat rather uncomfortable, Miss Webb. But perhaps you've become accustomed to it."