"Who are you? What do you want?"
"Why don't you turn in the alarm?" said the hooded man dryly. The poisoned needle gun was sending goose flesh quivering up his spine. A scratch would be fatal. His jaw tightened beneath the hood. His eyes were hard green discs, the dangerous eyes of a hunted man.
"Oh no." The blue girl's voice was low. "I wouldn't do that. I'd never be able to get the safe open by myself."
"What?"
"I want you to open the safe for me."
The hooded man didn't reply for a moment. At length, he asked: "What then?"
The girl giggled. "I take what I want, and you take what you want," she explained naively. "See. And you'll be blamed for taking it all. Only you're going to be disappointed!"
"Disappointed? How?" He took a step toward her.
"Bemmelman never keeps his money on the plantation. It's all at Venusport. There aren't fifty monad in the safe."