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"Storisende Spaceport. The freighter captains buy it, and sell it on
some of the planets that were colonized right before the War and haven't
gotten industrialized yet. I'm clearing about two hundred sols a ton on it."

The skid at which he had pointed was loaded with cases of M504
submachine guns. Even used, one was worth fifty sols. Allowing for
packing weight, his father was selling those tommy guns for less than a
good café on Terra got for one drink of Poictesme brandy.

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    II

He had been in Kurt Fawzi's office before, once or twice, with his
father; he remembered it as a dim, quiet place of genteel conviviality
and rambling conversation. None of the lights were bright, and the walls