BOB CAME SLOWLY TO his feet, and matched Queazy’s slowly growing anger.
“Say that again?” he snapped. “This is some kind of dirty trick you and your grandfather cooked up?”
“No!” she exclaimed. “No. My grandfather didn’t even know there was an asteroid like this. But I did, long before he ordered it from you—or from the Saylor brothers. You see—well, my granddad’s about the stubbornest old hoot-owl in this universe! He’s always had his way, and when people stand in his way, that’s just a challenge to him. He’s been badgering me for years to marry Mac, and so has Mac—”
“Who’s Mac?” Queazy demanded.
“My fiancé, I guess,” she said helplessly. “He’s one of my granddad’s protégés. Granddad’s always financing some likely young man and giving him a start in life. Mac has become pretty famous
