Tee looked at him disgustedly and without answering bent to his drink once more. He felt someone jostle his elbow and turned sideways to allow the newcomer access to the bar. After a moment he wiped his forehead on his sleeve. The bartender placed another rainbow before him. "Hey, I didn't order that," he cried. The bartender nodded toward the next stool. "On him." Tee turned and saw a barrel-chested red-haired giant holding up a drink in the immemorial bar toast. He raised his own glass gingerly, but his trembling hand caused the layers to mix and he stared ruefully at the resultant clayey-looking mess. The redhead laughed. "Mix another one, Jo." "But--" Tee's face got red. "I came in here to talk to you anyway," said the giant. "You own the _Starduster_, don't you?" "Yeah, what about it?" "Like to get her out of hock?" "Who says she's in hock?" "Look," said the redhead. "Let's not kid each other. Everybody around this port knows you blew in from Lemmyt last month and can't raise the money to pay the port charges, much less the refueling fee. And it's no secret that you're anxious to leave our fair planet." He winked conspiringly at Tee. "So?" The redhead glanced at the bartender who was busy at the other end of the bar. He leaned closer and whispered. "I know where the _Elen of Troy_ is." "The _Elen of Troy_?" "Oh, that's right, you wouldn't know about her. Eight months ago she crashed on an uninhabited planet somewhere in this sector. So far they've been unable to find her." He leaned closer. "She was carrying four million in Penryx crystals." "What's that to me?" The redhead looked around briefly to make sure no one was in hearing distance, then whispered softly, without moving his lips. "I told you, they can't find her, but _I_ know where she is." "_You_ know? But how--" "Look," said the giant, frowning, "I didn't ask you why _you're_ so anxious to leave." "Well?" "I'll clear your ship and we can pick up the crystals for the salvage fee. A million each, and all nice and legal. We can leave by the end of the week and be back in probably six months." "_Six months!_" Tee stood up. "Sorry!" The redhead grabbed his arm in a hamlike palm. "A million each in six months; what's wrong with that?" Tee jerked out of his grasp. "I ... I just can't do it." "I don't know what you're running from," persisted the redhead, "but with a million credits you can fight extradition for the rest of your life. This is your big chance, can't you see that. Besides, this planet has some interesting customs." He winked at Tee. "I can introduce you--" "I can't stay here," interrupted Tee. "You just don't understand."