"We ought to have him any time now."
"Nonsense. Minnn had been in that young girl—I could tell, when she was here."
Forge got little pleasure from his reply. "I know that. We're after the man Minnn moved to."
Monnn was unperturbed. "Good. You have about an hour."
"One thing," said Chester. "You say Minnn might kill. Any special way he'd go about it?"
"How should I know?" asked Monnn. "Minnn is an outlaw, under pursuit and away from his planet. On our planet there are no killings." And he hung up....
The Perfesser, umbrella under his arm, black serge suit dusty, walked down a long alley and into Steve's Beer Bar. Beer, he always figured, was a real help when you were perplexed.
Minnn witnessed this logic with disgust. The Perfesser's memory-units showed the beer just made him more perplexed. But Minnn was resting in witness-state, very tired from making the Perfesser do all that running.
The Perfesser hooked his umbrella over the bar and was waited upon by Steve himself. "You look kinda bushed," said Steve respectfully.