"Not too surprised, no," Olmstead replied dryly. "What would I do with it?"
"We need not go into that here or now. I offer you the position."
"I accept it."
"Very well. I will take you to Northport, and we will continue our talk en route."
And in a spy-ray-proof, sound-proof compartment of a Spaceways-owned stratoliner they did so.
"Just for my information, Mr. Isaacson, how many predecessors have I had on this particular job, and what happened to them? The Patrol get them?"
"Two. No; we have not been able to find any evidence that the Samms crowd has any suspicion of us. Both were too small for the job; neither could handle personnel. One got funny ideas, the other couldn't stand the strain. If you don't get funny ideas, and don't c***k up, you will make out in a big—and I mean real
