Since Kinnison’s impenetrable shields of force had confined the damage to the store’s front, it was not long before Cartiff’s reopened. Business was and remained brisk; not only because of what had happened, but also because Cartiff’s top-lofty and arrogant snobbishness had an irresistible appeal to the upper layers of Lonabar’s peculiarly stratified humanity. The Lensman, however, paid little enough attention to business. Outwardly, seated at his ornate desk in haughty grandeur, he was calmness itself, but inwardly he was far from serene.
If he had figured things right, and he was pretty sure that he had, it was up to Bleeko to make the next move, and it would pretty nearly have to be a peaceable one. There was enough doubt about it, however, to make the Lensman a bit jittery inside. Als
