"What are you grinning about?" he barked. It was the first time I had
seen his poise disturbed.
"Frankie," I told him, "is at the spaceport right now. Johnny will be
down on the next shuttle. As you can imagine, the shuttle was pretty
well strained to capacity to bring even one at a time. It was no
trouble in space of course, since they were weightless in free fall,
but entering the gravitational--"
He put his hands on the top of the desk and half came to his feet. His
eyes were wide. "Who are _Frankie_ and Johnny?"
I feigned surprise. "Frankie and Johnny are sweethearts--a couple of
zloors, in this case. Remember? You sent me for them. I thought a male
and a female would be best."