Against all propriety of this public deck she pretended to drape
herself upon me. Her hair smothered my face as her lips almost touched
my ear.
"Something about treasure on the Moon. Shac couldn't understand what.
And they mentioned you. Then the purser joined them." Her whispered
words tumbled over one another. "A hundred pounds of gold leaf--that's
the purser's price. He's with them--whatever it is. He promised to do
something or other for them."
She stopped. "Well?" I prompted.
"That's all. Shac's current was interrupted."
"Tell him to try it again, Venza! I'll talk with him. No! I'd better
let him alone. Can you get him to keep his mouth shut?"
"I think he might do anything I told him. He's a man!"
"Find out what you can."