And that answers your question, incidentally. There are no tourists on Halcyon. It's too dangerous. Better quadruple my own life insurance policy. And tell Joan I love her. Frantically, Sammy Trumple * * * * * Interstellar Division Terran Insurance Co. Baltimore, Md., Earth Dear Sammy: I've quadrupled your policy. I'm taking care of Joanie. I'm awaiting your first sale. Spottsworth * * * * * 143-1/4 East Scjulak Street Halcyon City Halcyon Dear Boss: I'm trying. I'm trying my head off. With those big premiums to pay, don't you think I could use the commission? There's something fishy going on here on Halcyon, but I can't figure it out yet. The way they get killed off in these wars, the Halcyonians ought to snap up insurance policies. In fact, I don't even know how much profit the Company could expect to make from them, but that's your department. It's funny, though. The Halcyonians don't want life insurance. They don't even know what life insurance is! To give you an idea of what I mean, I'll quote verbatim a conversation I had with a couple of Halcyonians right after this morning's air-raid, which leveled every building on their block except their own. ME: Good morning, folks. You're mighty lucky people, yes siree. FIRST HALCYONIAN: Why are we lucky? ME: You're the only survivors on your whole block. SECOND HALCYONIAN (shrugging): So what? ME: So what? So you could have been killed in that air-raid, that's what. SECOND HALCYONIAN (shrugging again): So what? ME: (tuning my language translator to its most cheerful pitch): I'm from the planet Earth. Did you ever hear of the planet Earth? FIRST AND SECOND HALCYONIAN: No. ME (hopefully): It's also called Terra. Near Sirius? FIRST AND SECOND HALCYONIAN: No. ME: Well, anyhow, I represent the Terran Insurance Company, Interstellar Division. I'm here on Halcyon to offer your loved ones financial protection from the ravages of war, via life insurance. FIRST HALCYONIAN: Which insurance? ME: Life insurance. The special, triple indemnity war and disaster policy of the Terran Insurance Company. FIRST HALCYONIAN: I never heard of life insurance. What does it do? ME: I have here in my hand (this required some explanation, boss, because the Halcyonians do not have hands) a blank policy for you to look at. Life insurance, you see, pays a stipulated sum to a party of your designation in the event of your death. All you do is pay small yearly premiums, and.... SECOND HALCYONIAN: Oh, like the fellow from Fomalhaut. ME (gasping): What? There's another insurance salesman in my territory? Someone's poaching? SECOND HALCYONIAN: He's been here some time now, but we couldn't possibly be interested. ME: The Fomalhautian's policy offers you more? FIRST HALCYONIAN: Really, we couldn't be less interested. But the answer to your question is no. ME: Is he still here in Halcyon City? SECOND HALCYONIAN: Who?