"Too long a speech," she agreed irritably. "Especially with the police
close behind us."
Torry sighed. "Okay. We'll go on. This is a lot of trouble over one
slimy mirage salesman."
"Mirage salesman? Why do you call him that?"
"Simple enough. That's all he's ever peddled. Pot of gold at the end of
the rainbow to tempt the greedy and unwary. And rainbows are circular,
with no beginning and no end. Haven't you ever heard the term?"
"I have now. I wondered, that's all. There are mirages on Triton. He'll
have plenty to sell."