She smiled sweetly at him. "I'm on a vacation too, Jim."

"Touche!" The females in the laboratories back on earth had never

touched his hand or called him by his first name. He wondered about the

man with whom she had been drinking. Also he was very uneasy about her

real reason for being here. No woman with good sense would make the

rough rocket trip to Mars for a vacation; presuming she did come to

Mars, she would not willingly come to this place. But Jennie Ware was

here, an enigma wrapped up in a beautiful smile. He took his eyes off

her long enough to look around the place again.

In Mars Port, he had seen the native dives, but Mars Port had nothing

like this. To the natives, this was a place of pleasure, filled with

sights, sounds, and smells that made them happy. Over against the

farther wall a tribal chieftan was absorbing _narseeth_ through

the skin of his hands, thrusting them again and again into the sirupy,

smoky-colored mixture in the bowl in front of him. Every so often

he stopped, whereupon the Martian female with him carefully dried

his hands. After they were dry, he made fumbling passes at her. She

accepted the passes without resistance. Ronson stared at the sight.

"Relax. You'll get used to it," Jennie Ware said.

At another table a huge Martian was sitting. Two others were with him.

One sat facing the rear, the other faced the front. Ronson had the

impression of two alert dogs guarding their master. A little chill

passed through him at the thought.

Odors were in the place, of sweat dried into _dothar_ skin

garments, of stale drinks. Dim but distinct was the all-pervading

clinging, cloying odor of _tamil_, the Martian equivalent of musk.

Through an opening at the right, Ronson could see females lounging at

ease in what was apparently a reception room to a brothel.

Unease came up in him again. How could this place be the way to Les Ro?

But the rumors he had picked up and carefully checked in Mars Port had

all been in agreement, if you wanted to see Les Ro, you came here. What

happened after that was obviously fate.

Watching, Ronson saw that no Martian entered the circle on the floor.

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