“Very little,” said Neeland.
“Have you had any trouble?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Evidently you have wriggled out of it,” he said.
“Yes, wriggled is the literal word.”
“Then you do not think that you require any protection from me?”
“Perhaps I do. I’ve been a singularly innocent and lucky ass. It’s merely chance that my papers have not been stolen, even before I started in quest of them.”
“Have you been troubled aboard my ship?”
Neeland waved his hand carelessly: