The inspector whistled. "Not much. Enough to stay clear of the place. It's a dive in the Interplanetary Quarter, a damn tough hole. Mostly Plutonium prospectors and fungi hunters hang out there. We suspect it's mixed up in the illegal Moondrug traffic, but can't prove anything. I never send my boys into that quarter unless it's necessary, and then only in squads of four. Sure you don't want help?" Heydrick grinned sourly. "I wouldn't want your boys to get their pretty uniforms dirty. Do you think you could make me look like a Plutonium prospector?" "Can do--that all?" "Draw me a map of the district. I'll need to know my way around." "I'd rather draw it than show you. I wouldn't go there alone. Not at night. They don't like cops." "Neither do I." Heydrick showed his teeth like an amiable wolf. "If you're not back in two days, we'll come in after you." "I'll be back." * * * * * The air in the Spacerat's Roost was thick with Fung-weed smoke. Heydrick mingled with the crowd inside the doorway and noticed men from every inhabited world in the Solar System. He spotted a vacant table and elbowed his way to it. A drug-soaked horror from Venus, obviously the bouncer, looked dubiously at the newcomer in his scuffed prospector's leather. Heydrick pounded on the table for service. The waiter was a Jovian octopus man with five tentacles and three eyes. He came and hovered over the table, blinking sadly, as if life was a burden to him. "What'll you have?" "What've you got?" The waiter waved a tentacle airily. "Anything you can name--Snow-grape Champagne from Mars, Deimos rice-nectar, Toad's-eye brandy and Banana-beer from Venus ..." he paused dramatically, leaned close and whispered, "even a bit of Blue Moonfoam from Callisto for special customers." Heydrick winked. "I'm a special customer." "You must have more money than sense," the waiter observed. "It'll be twenty vikdals, Martian." Heydrick flicked a hundred vikdal platinum coin on the table. The octopus man uncoiled a tentacle and snatched it up, tested it for weight, then shambled off. He returned with a dusty bottle and the change. Heydrick let the change lie. "Would you like to earn the rest of it?" The octopus creature clucked somewhere within the unholy cavern which served him as mouth. "I'd kill anyone on Ganymede for half of that," he observed. "What'ya want me to do?" Heydrick drew a deep breath. "You've a singer here who calls herself the _Red Leopard of Mars_. When does she go on?" The waiter consulted a wrist-chron. "Anytime now. She's temperamental." "When she's finished her turn, ask her to come to my table." The Jovian shrugged and moved off.