"The allusion escapes me," Magnan said coldly. "And one last word. The
Soetti are patrolling the trade lanes into Jorgensen's Worlds; don't
get yourself interned."
"I'll tell you what," Retief said soberly. "In a pinch, I'll mention
your name."
"You'll be traveling with Class X credentials," Magnan snapped. "There
must be nothing to connect you with the Corps."
"They'll never guess," Retief said. "I'll pose as a gentleman."
"You'd better be getting started," Magnan said, shuffling papers.
"You're right," Retief said. "If I work at it, I might manage a
snootful by takeoff." He went to the door. "No objection to my checking
out a needler, is there?"