Sometime later Norman was awakened by a rude hand shaking his shoulder.
Koal was grinning down at him.
"Wake up," said Koal. "You've been dead to the world for thirty-six
hours, and the paymaster's here."
Norman sat up, reached for his trousers, which, to his surprise, were
neatly hung over the back of a chair. Drawing on his clothes, he
went into the kitchen. It had been cleaned, put to rights. Further
exploration revealed that his things from the _Jupiter_ had been
delivered and stowed away in the closet and built-in bureau. Hordes of
people must have trailed in and out of his apartment while he slept. He
decided to prop a chair against the knob the next time he went to bed.
The Martian was watching him, an amused glint in his black eyes. "There
is a bolt on your door, you know," he assured the young man.
A subdued buzzing announced a visitor.
"That's probably the paymaster now," said Koal. He opened the door,
revealing a Mercurian with a black satchel in his hand.