He nodded toward the Martian females. "What do you think of this?" "Oh, a girl has to live," she said, shrugging. "What do you think?" "Oh, a Martian has to have fun, I suppose." His shrug was as indifferent as hers had been. For an instant, he thought she was going to spit at him. The waiter arrived with the drink. "I have putten you on ze listen," he said, confidentially, to Ronson. "On the _listen_?" "He means _list_," Jennie Ware said. "What list?" Ronson asked. "On ze listen of zozen waiten to see ze great Les Ro," the waiter answered. Inside of him, Ronson felt cold come up. Strictly on his own, he had to decide how he was going to handle this. He made up his mind on impulse. "Who the devil is Les Ro?" Across the table, Jennie Ware lifted startled eyes toward Ronson. The waiter's face showed astonishment, then embarrassment, at the idea that anyone existed who had not heard of Les Ro, Ronson thought. "You do not knowen ze great Les Ro. He is ze greatest zinker, ze greatest doer, ze greatest--" "Stinker?" Jennie Ware said. "That sounds about right." "You are maken ze kidden wiz me," the waiter said, indignation in his voice. "You have hearden of ze great Les Ro. You came here to see him. You musten haven. Everybody who comes here, comes to see him." The waiter spoke with authority. "I'm sorry," Ronson said. "If he is that important, I would like to talk to him, of course. But do you mean all of these Martians are waiting to see him?" A wave of his hand indicated the group in the room. The waiter, mollified, leered at Ronson. "Ze girls didn't. Ze girls come here for anuzzer purpose." The leering gesture included Jennie Ware in it. It said that obviously she had come here for the same purpose. What other purpose was there? The girl gasped. Fire shot from her eyes. "I'll have you know--" "Shut up," Ronson said. Fire flashed at him. "Hasn't it occurred to you that you are in danger of getting your pretty little throat slit if you talk out of turn here?" Ronson whispered. "Even ze noffers outside are on ze listen," the waiter added. "What about me? Am I on it?" Jennie asked. The waiter showed great astonishment. "But of course not. You are a female." "What difference does that make?" This time the fire really shot from her eyes. "How long do you have to wait after you're on the listen?" Ronson hastily asked. The waiter spread his hands and twisted his shoulders. "Who knows? Some of ze noffers outside have been waiting since last wind time--" "Almost an Earth year," Ronson said, calculating rapidly. Once during each circle of the sun the great winds blew across Mars. This was the biggest natural event on the planet. Since it occurred with the regularity of clock work, it served as the starting point for their year. "Sometimes ze great Les Ro call you right away," the waiter said. "How will I know if I'm called?" Ronson said.