"The Sexual Morality Act isn't a blue law, Garvey," the inspector continued, in a voice like steel against flint. "Violations can have a catastrophic effect upon the individual, to say nothing of the race. That's why we're going to make an example of you, Garvey. Now let's see the evidence." "I don't know what in hell you're talking about," Garvey said. Surreptitiously his hand began to creep toward the revolver. "Wake up, boy!" said the inspector. "You mean you _still_ don't recognize me?" Garvey stared at the inspector's tanned, humorous face. He said, "Eddie Starbuck?" "About time! How long's it been, Ralph? Ten years?" "At least ten," Garvey said. His knees were beginning to shake from sheer relief. "Sit down, sit down, Eddie! You still drink bourbon?" "I'll say." Starbuck sat down on one of Garvey's acceleration couches. He looked around, and nodded. "Nice. Very nice. You must be rich indeed, old buddy." "I get by," Garvey said. He handed Starbuck a drink, and poured one for himself. They talked for a while about old times at Michigan State. "And now you're a Customs inspector," Garvey said. "Yeah," said Starbuck, stretching his long legs. "Always had a yen for the law. But it doesn't pay like transistors, eh?" Garvey smiled modestly. "But what's all this about the Sexual Morality Act? A gag?" "Not at all. Didn't you hear the news this morning? The FBI found an underground sex factory. They hadn't been in business long, so it was possible to recover all the surrogates. All except one." "Oh?" said Garvey, draining his drink. "Yeah. That's when they called us in. We're covering all spaceports, on the chance the receiver will try to take the damned thing off Earth." Garvey poured another drink and said, very casually, "So you figured I was the boy, eh?" Starbuck stared at him a moment, then exploded into laughter. "You, Ralph? Hell, no! Saw your name on the spaceport out-list. I just dropped in for a drink, boy, for old time's sake. Listen, Ralph, I _remember_ you. Hell-on-the-girls-Garvey. Biggest menace to virginity in the history of Michigan State. What would a guy like you want a substitute for?" "My girls wouldn't stand for it," Garvey said, and Starbuck laughed again, and stood up. "Look, I gotta run. Call me when you get back?" "I sure will!" A little light-headed, he said, "Sure you don't want to inspect anyhow, as long as you're here?" Starbuck stopped and considered. "I suppose I should, for the record. But to hell with it, I won't hold you up." He walked to the port, then turned. "You know, I feel sorry for the guy who's got that surrogate." "Eh? Why?" "Man, those things are poison! You know that, Ralph! Anything's possible--insanity, deformation.... And this guy may have even more of a problem." "Why?" "Can't tell you, boy," Starbuck said. "Really can't. It's special information. The FBI isn't certain yet. Besides, they're waiting for the right moment to spring it."