"How can I cut goldenstone? I don't have any tools."
"You'll have to figure out a way. He'll take the chunk back for assaying. If it's rich enough, you're all set."
"And if it isn't?"
"Perhaps we better not talk about that," Krandall said. "I'll get right to work on this, Tommy. Good luck!"
Morrison signed off. He stood up and helped the robot to its feet.
"In twenty-three years of service," Williams 4 said, "this is the first time anybody has threatened the life of a government postal employee. I must report this to the police authorities at Venusborg, Mr. Morrison. I have no choice."
"I know," Morrison said. "But I guess five or ten years in the penitentiary is better than dying."
"I doubt it. I carry mail there, you know. You will have the opportunity of seeing for yourself in about six months."
"What?" said Morrison, stunned.
"In about six months, after I have completed my mail calls around the planet and returned to Venusborg. A matter like this must be reported in person. But first and foremost, the mails must go through."