"A theater in Ferrok-Shahn. Good money, Gregg. I'll be there a year."
She sat up to face me. "There's a fellow here on the _Planetara_,
Rance Rankin, he calls himself. At our table--a big, good-looking
blond American. He says he is a magician. Ever hear of him?"
"That's what he told me. No, I never heard of him."
"Nor did I. And I thought I had heard of everyone of importance. He is
listed for the same theater I am. Nice sort of fellow." She paused,
then added, "If he's a professional entertainer, I'm a motor oiler."