isn't likely to spend four interim years living in a fungus-field."
"Maybe I hit it rich?"
Cahill laughed roughly. "Dug up a platinum-plated toadstool?"
"Maybe I just met up with the right guy."
"Blackmail?"
"That's a nasty word, Cahill."
"Sure is. What did he do?"
"Let's call it malingering. Let's say he played rough at the wrong time and might have to ..."
Farradyne looked at the ceiling. "And maybe that isn't it."
Cahill laughed. "Have it your way, Farradyne. Tell me, do we have a lay-over at Denver, or is it better if we take off immediately for Mercury?"

"Cinnabar or Hell City?"
"Cinnabar, if it makes any difference."
"Mercury, Schmercury, I didn't know there was anything there but the central heating plant for the solar system."
"Isn't much," admitted Cahill. "But enough. The--" 
His voice trailed away as Norma's high heels came clicking up the circular stairway back toward the salon. "I thought I'd have a cigarette and a drink with company before I go to bed," she announced in a tone of voice that Farradyne had not heard her use before. With gracious deftness, she made three highballs of White Star Trail and water and handed two of them to the men. She let her fingers linger over Farradyne's very briefly, and over Cahill's longer. She lounged in a chair across the room from them, all curves and softness, with only that strange disinterested look in her eyes to give her away.
The evening had been a series of paradoxes; Norma's change from the vixen to the lady of languid grace did not ring true. He had been aware of her ability to reason coldly, brought about by her burned-out emotional balance which was so dulled that her thinking was mechanical and therefore inclined to be frightfully chilled logic. Norma had claimed that she knew the emotions by name and definition; that once she had felt them but now she only knew how they worked. Farradyne found it hard to believe that she was so well-schooled in her knowledge that she could put on the act of having them when she obviously did not.Yet it was only the blankness in her eyes that gave her away this evening. Otherwise she might have been a very charming companion. She did not even force herself upon them; when her cigarette and her drink were gone, Norma excused herself quietly and went below. 

"Me, too," said Cahill. Farradyne led him down to a stateroom and waved him in. "See you in the morning," he said. Cahill nodded his good-night and Farradyne went to his own stateroom to think. 

He hadn't done bad, he thought; he 

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