"We're waiting for additional cargo. We have half a load of snuff for
Mars. And we've been promised half a load of canned goods for Luna
City. It's reduced rate freight that another company can't handle."
"Dovorkin told me about the snuff. That's a starter, anyway." Swenson
turned back to the Dispatch Sheet and muttered to himself: "Always a
good thing to have snuff for Mars."
Mister Cerobie became strangely interested.
"Why?"