"See that?" he asked. "No." He groaned. "Well, you'll have to take my word for it. It's a raindrop. Almost four months old. A very light rain. You could see the faint, crusted outline of the drop if you knew how to look." "I believe you," I said. "I hired you because you know which side of the trees the moss grows on and things like that. Still...." Rene was beginning to stomp around impatiently. "Still _what_?" "It just isn't like Uncle Isadore." I was trying to search out, myself, what it was that struck me as incongruous. "It's out of character." "It's out of character for _anybody_ to die," Rene said. "But I've seen a lot of them dead." "I mean at least he would have died outside." "Oh, for Pete's sake! Why outside? You think he took rat poison?" I went around to the other side of the spaceship, mostly to get away from Rene for a moment. I'm only a studs and neck clasp man and Rene had twenty years' experience on alien planets. So he was right, of course, about the evidence. There was no getting around it. Still.... I circled back around to where Rene was smoking his first cigarette since we left Earth. His face was a mask of sunbaked wrinkles pointing down to the cigarette smack in the middle of his mouth. "Uncle Izzy wouldn't die like an ordinary mortal," I said. "He'd have a brass band. Or we'd find his body lying in a bed of roses with a big lily in his hand. Or he might even disappear into thin air. But not _this_." I waved a hand toward the dead ship. "Look," Rene said. "My job was to find your Uncle Isadore. I've found him. We can't get inside that ship with anything short of a matter reducer, which I _don't_ happen to have along since they weigh several tons. You'll have to take my word for it that his body's in there. Now let's go home." He managed to talk without moving the cigarette at all. * * * * * "You said a week," I reminded Rene. "I said if I didn't find him in a week, then he wasn't there. I've found him. I'm sorry if he was your favorite uncle or something." "As a matter of fact, I never liked him. He was--frivolous. He never had a job. He thought life was a big game." "Then how come he got so rich?" "He always won." "Not this time, brother! But if he's not your favorite uncle, why all this concern? You can take my word for it he's dead and you've done your duty." "There are two things that bother me. One is curiosity. I just don't believe Uncle Izzy died in an ordinary fashion locked up in a spaceship. You don't know him, so you wouldn't understand. The other thing I'm concerned about is--well, his will." Rene barked a couple of times. I had learned this indicated laughter. "I figured what you were really after was his money."