"You can. I want passage to Algol, on the first ship leaving."
"Yes, sir. Round trip, sir?"
Garvey thought of the tall, glorious, black-haired, golden-skinned
women he would find on Algol. Not substitutes this time, the real
thing, with the all-important sense of judgment.
"One way," said Ralph Garvey, with a little smile of anticipation.