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“You’re a suspicious guy, aren’t you?” asked the skipper sardonically. “Somebody lays a finger on you and you start fighting. But you’ve got the idea. I’ll say it plain so we can get moving. You’re Lon Simpson. Carson, down on the planet, reported some nice news about you. You made a gadget that converts any sort of leaf to thanar. Maybe it turns stuff to other stuff, too.” He paused. “We want to know how to make gadgets like that. You’re gonna draw plans an’ explain the theory. I got guys here to listen. We’re gonna make one, from your plans an’ explanations, an’ it’d better work. See?”

“Carson sent for you to do this,” Lon Simpson said thickly.

“He did. The Company wants it. They’ll use it to make zuss fiber and sicces dust, and stuff like that. Maybe dream dust, too, an’ so on. The point is you’re gonna tell us how to make those gadgets. How about it?”

Lon licked his lips. He said slowly, “I think there’s more. Go on.”

“You made another gadget,” said the skipper, with relish, “that turns out power without fuel. The Company wants that, too. Spacelines will pay for it. Cities will pay for it. It ought to be a pretty nice thing. You’re gonna make plans and explanations of how that works and we’re gonna make sure they’re right. That clear?”