"You have weapons. I'll supply you with the necessary information. If you can get ten of them before they get you, you'll be all right." He drew forth a billfold and extracted a snapshot from it. "Here's your first one, now. Kill her and report back to me. You can find her at the Spaceways Hotel."
Harris felt a jolt. "I'm staying at that hotel."
"Indeed? Here. Look at the picture."
Harris took the photo from the other. It was a tridim in full color. It showed a blonde girl wearing a low-cut black sheath.
Controlling his voice, he said, "This girl's too pretty to be a Medlin agent."
"That's why she's so deadly," Carver said. "Kill her first. She goes under the name of Beth Baldwin."
Harris stared at the photo a long while. Then he nodded. "Okay. I'll get in touch with you again when the job's done."
It was nearly two in the morning when he returned to the hotel. He had spent nearly an hour with the man who called himself John Carver. He felt tired, confused, faced with decisions that frightened him.
Beth Baldwin a Medlin spy? How improbable that seemed! But yet Carver had had her photo.