"They wouldn't be worth a dime to you."
"Why not?"
"Because you couldn't read them.” said Stutsman.
"I can read,” retorted the gangster.
"Not the kind of language on those papers. There aren't more than two dozen people in the Solar System who could read it, perhaps a dozen who could understand it, maybe half a dozen who could follow the directions in the papers.” He leaned forward and jabbed a forefinger at the gangster. “And there are only two people in the System who could write it."
"What the hell kind of a language is it that only two dozen people could read?"
"It isn't a language, really. It's mathematics."
"Oh, arithmetic."
"No.” Stutsman said. “Mathematics. You see? You don't even know the difference between the two so what good would the papers do you?"
Scorio nodded. “Yeah, you're right."