Were you looking for a roch, nyer? An oily voice spoke up just by the elbow of George Hanlon. “I have some excellent ones here, sir.” “Yes, nyer, I want several, if I can find ones to suit me,” the young man replied. Nor could anyone, glancing at him, know he was not a native of this planet, Szstruyyah, which the Inter-Stellar Corpsmen, in self-defense, called “Estrella.” For the cosmetic-specialist who handled the secret servicemen's disguises had done a marvelous job in transforming the blond young Corpsman into an Estrellan native.
