“No. You are a handsome man, Gregg––attractive to women––to any Martian woman.”
She said it impulsively. Admiration for me was on her face, in her eyes––a man cannot miss it.
“Thank you.”
“I mean, I would be your friend. My brother Miko is so sorry about what happened between you and him this morning. He only wanted to talk to you, and he came to your cubby door––”
“With a torch to break its seal,” I interjected.
She waved that away. “He was afraid you would not admit him. He told you he would not hurt you.”
“And so he struck me with one of your cursed Martian paralyzing rays!”
“He is sorry....”
She seemed gauging me, trying, no doubt, to find out what reprisal would be taken against her brother. I felt sure that Moa was as active as a man in any plan that was under way to capture the Grantline treasure. Miko, with his ungovernable temper, was doing things that put their plans in jeopardy.