"Have a seat," offered their host.
There were three chairs. Montezuma sat in one placed before a desk and
swiveled to face his visitors. Zip and Joe took the other chairs and
Mark sat on a short stack of crates filled with rock samples. A thick
book rested on a table in the center of the room. Mark glanced at the
title, turning his head slightly to do so. It was The Flying Carpet, by
Richard Halliburton. There was a bookmark about halfway through the
book.
The asteroid miner leaned forward. "What about George?" he asked.
Zip filled him in. Montezuma Vly paid close attention. His eyes never
wavered from Zip's face as he spoke. When Zip was finished, Vly nodded.
"Mm hmm," he murmured. "This could be bad for George. I'll tell you
where to find him. I expect that you'll be able to keep him out of the
clutches of the space vultures. You've got an enemy to be reckoned with
in this Zimbardo psychopath, but I believe you can handle him."
"You seem to know a lot about our recent exploits, Mr. Vly," said Joe,
conversationally.
"I'm not the complete recluse people think, Mr. Taylor. People have a
lot of wrong ideas about me. I don't want to be listed in the Register
of Peoples, and I don't want people butting into my business or telling
me how to live, but I keep up with the news.
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