He found himself looking at a girl in insulsuit and shorts. The forehead-piece of the girl's skin-tight cowl came down in a sharp widow's peak, in the current feminine fashion. It made her entire face, with its high cheek bones and long narrow eyes and small, stubborn, pointed chin, look somewhat aquatic. She was a very pretty girl and her figure under the revealing insulsuit was breath-taking.
"You're all right, Mr. Jansen?" she asked.
Jansen. She'd called him by his name. He was on his guard at once. He'd gotten work at the Sun-station employment office on Earth as Wilson. His name was unknown here on Mercury—except to the person who'd gone through his bags aboard ship and the big man who'd taken his wallet on the street.
He nodded his head slowly. His head ached and he felt weak and washed out, but he could feel the strength flowing back into him.
The woman smiled. Then the smile left her face so quickly, it startled Jansen. "We don't want you here," she said. "We don't want you on Mercury, Jansen."
He stood up. "Thanks for dragging me in off the street. I'll get out of here now."
"Leave Mercury, Mr. Jansen. While you still can."
He headed for the door, his temple throbbing with pain. She helped him across the room coolly, efficiently, supporting his shoulder but barely seeming to touch him. He wished his head was clearer. He wanted to question this girl. She knew him; she'd had him tailed.
"Get out while you can," she was saying. "Remember what happened to your brother."
He whirled on the threshold and pushed her back into the room ahead of him. "Go ahead," he said coldly. "Tell me about my brother."