"Yeah." Harry, leaning on the bar before his sole customer, added in
wonder, "But imagine. The Galactic Medal of Honor, the bearer of which
can do no wrong. Imagine. You come to some town, walk into the biggest
jewelry store, pick up a diamond bracelet, and walk out. And what
happens?"
Don growled, "The jewelry store owner would be over-reimbursed by
popular subscription. And probably the mayor of the town would write you
a letter thanking you for honoring his fair city by deigning to notice
one of the products of its shops. Just like that."
"Yeah." Harry shook his head in continued awe. "And, imagine, if you
shoot somebody you don't like, you wouldn't spend even a single night in
the Nick."
Don said, "If you held the Medal of Honor, you wouldn't have to shoot
anybody. Look, Harry, mind if I use the phone?"
"Go right ahead, Lootenant."
Dian Fuller was obviously in the process of packing when the screen
summoned her. She looked into his face and said, surprised, "Why, Don, I
thought you were on patrol."
"Yeah, I was. However, something came up."