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"They would!" Morones growled. His eyes flickered to the door, and quick as a cat, Olear leaped to one side, his ray pencil in his hand. Morones had not moved, and in the door stood the native, motionless and without expression. Morones laughed nastily. "Kind of jumpy, eh? THEY WOULD MORIN'S GROWLED HIS EYES FLICKED TO THE DOOR AND QUICK AS A CAT ALIE LEAPED TO ONE SIDE HIS RAY PENCIL IN HIS HAND MORON'S HAD NOT MOVED AND IN THE DOOR STOOD THE NATIVE MOTIONLESS AND WITHOUT EXPRESSION MORON'S LAUGHED NICELY KIND OF JUMPY EH
s. This Mercurian looked at Olear seemingly without interest. "Where is Morones?" the officer inquired. "Morones?" the native piped, in English. "Inside. He busy." "All right. I'm coming in." "He busy." "Yeah, move over." Though the native was a good six inches taller than Olear he stepped aside when the officer pushed him. Men--and Mercurians--had a way of doing that when they looked into those colorless eyes. They were not as phlegmatic as the face. Morones was sitting in his office. "Well, I'm here," Olear announced, helping himself to a chair. "Yes"--sourly. "Who invited you?" Olear looked at the factor levelly, appraising him. A big man, fat, but the fat well distributed. Saturnine face, dark hair, dark and bristly beard. The kind that thrived where other men became weak and fever-ridden. Also, to judge by his present appearance, an unpleasant companion and a nasty enemy. "Don't see what difference it makes to you," Olear answered in his own good time; "but the company invited me. EP AND THEY CARRY A PECULIAR FISHY ODOUR WITH THEM AT ALL TIMES THIS MERCURIAN LOOKED AT O'LIEA SEEMINGLY WITHOUT INTEREST WHERE IS MAROONS THE OFFICER INQUIRED MAROON'S THE NATIVE PIPED IN ENGLISH INSIDE HE BUSY ALL RIGHT I'M COMING IN HE BUSY YEAH MOVE OVER THOUGH THE NATIVE WAS A GOOD SIX INCHES TALLER THAN OILER HE STEPPED ASIDE WHEN THE OFFICER PUSHED HIM MEN AND MERCURIANS HAD A WAY OF DOING THAT WHEN THEY LOOKED INTO THOSE COLOURLESS EYES THEY WERE NOT AS PHLEGMATIC AS THE FACE MORONES WAS SITTING IN HIS OFFICE WELL I'M HERE OLIER ANNOUNCED HELPING HIMSELF TO A CHAIR YES SALLY WHO INVITED YOU ELIER LOOKED AT THE FACTOR LEVILY APPRAISING HIM A BIG MAN FAT BUT THE FAT WELL DISTRIBUTED SATURNINE FACE DARK HAIR DARK AND BRISTLY BEARD THE KIND THAT THRIVED WHERE OTHER MEN BECAME WEAK AND FEVER RIDDEN ALSO TO JUDGE BY HIS PRESENT APPEARANCE AN UNPLEASANT COMPANION AND A NASTY ENEMY DON'T SEE WHAT DIFFERENCE IT MAKES TO YOU ELIER ANSWERED IN HIS OWN GOOD TIME BUT THE COMPANY INVITED ME
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