She smiled sympathetically. "We haven't anything of that sort. Sorry."
She stared at him with light blue eyes the color of moonstones. "How do
you happen to land at this miserable place? Fuel?"
"I'm early for my convoy."
Brack stared at the girl's face and he could see it was the mask of
some hidden, tragic emotion.
"You weren't thinking of staying at the Hotel Eros?" she inquired in a
voice edged with repugnance.
"Well, I do have about twelve hours."
The girl was emphatic. "Take my advice, mister. Spend them in your
ship."