Taking his time, he finished his gla.s.s of Martian water, then swaggered across the crowded room to the table.
Tom glanced up casually and then turned to his companion at the table.
"This is my skipper," he said. "Name"s Steve. You gotta job to do, Steve"ll do it. Anything, anywhere, any time," he paused, and then added with a smirk, "for a _price_!"
The scar-faced man looked up at Steve. His eyes traced a pattern over the tall man, noting the broad shoulders, the piercing eyes, and the bulge of a paralo-ray gun in his jacket. He pushed a chair back with a foot and managed a smile in spite of the scar that twisted his features into an ugly mask. "Sit down, Steve. My name"s Pete."
Strong accepted the invitation silently. At close range, he saw the man was more disfigured than he had noticed from the bar. The scar on his face reached from his left ear across his cheek and down to his neck.
Pete saw him looking at the scar and smiled again. "Funny thing about scars. I got one, but I don"t have to look at it. I just stay away from mirrors and I remember myself as I was before I got it. So look all you want. You"re the one that"s got to suffer for it."
Ignoring the man"s bitter tone of voice, Strong growled, "I"m not interested in what you look like. You got something to haul; we got a ship to haul it. Name your cargo and destination, and we"ll name a price."
"Ain"t as simple as that," said Pete craftily. "I gotta know more about you before we talk business."
"What for instance?" asked Strong.
"For instance, who do you know on s.p.a.ceman"s Row that can give you a reference?"
Tom spoke up quickly without looking at Strong. "Suppose I told you I helped pull a job a couple of weeks ago that was worth a hundred thousand credits?" He settled back, casually glancing at Strong and receiving an imperceptible nod in return.
"A hundred thousand, eh?" said Pete with interest. "Not bad, not bad.
What kind of a job was it?"
"Me and two other guys held up the Credit Exchange at the Solar Exposition at Venusport."
"Oh?" Pete was becoming extremely curious. "You in on the job too, Steve?"
Before Strong could answer, Tom spoke quickly. "No, I bought a half interest in Steve"s ship with my share of the take." Strong could hardly keep from smiling, so easily was the young cadet"s tale growing.
"Then who _was_ in on this job with you?" persisted the scar-faced man.
"You look pretty young to pull a big job like that."
Tom glanced around the room and then leaned over the table before whispering, "Gus Wallace and Luther Simms."
"What?" exclaimed Pete. "Gus Wallace? A guy about six feet tall and two hundred pounds? Has a heavy rough voice?"
"That"s the one," said Tom.
Pete"s arm shot across the table like a snake and he grabbed Tom by the jacket. "Where is he?" he asked through clenched teeth.
No sooner had Pete touched Tom than Strong had his paralo-ray gun leveled at the scar-faced man. "Take your hands off him," he said coldly, "or I"ll freeze you right where you are!"
Pete relaxed his grip and settled back into his chair. He glared at Tom and then at Strong.
"All right," snapped Strong. "Now _you_ talk!"
Pete didn"t say anything. Strong inched closer to the scar-faced man menacingly. "I said _talk_! Why do you want to know where Gus Wallace is? Maybe you"re Solar Guard, eh? Trying to play a little trick on us.
How do I know you haven"t got a squad of MP"s outside waiting to pick us up?"
Pete began to shift nervously. "You got me all wrong, Steve. I ain"t Solar Guard."
"Why do you want to know where Gus Wallace is, then?" Strong persisted.
Pete hesitated and had to be prodded with the paralo-ray gun again by Strong. "Talk!" hissed Strong.
"You see this scar?" asked Pete. "Well, two years ago, on s.p.a.ceman"s Row in Marsopolis, Gus slashed me in a fight. I swore I"d do the same for him when I caught him, but he"s been running from me ever since."
"Marsopolis, eh?" asked Strong. "Two years ago?"
"Yeah."
"I think you"re lying! You"re Solar Guard."
"Honest, Steve," whined Pete. "That"s the only reason I want him. Ask anybody. It happened in the s.p.a.celanes Bar on New Denver Avenue. I bet there are five guys here right now who heard about it!"
Strong got up, pushing the gun back in his belt.
"Come on, Tom. I don"t like the way your friend Pete answers questions."
"Wait a minute!" Pete rose from his chair, protesting.
Strong whirled around and faced the scar-faced man. "If I were you, Pete," he muttered, "I"d sit still and not ask any more questions. It isn"t healthy!"
Without another word Strong walked out of the dingy restaurant. Tom shrugged his shoulders in a helpless gesture and followed, leaving Pete alone and worried.
Outside in the street, his face bathed in the garish light of the vapor street lights, Strong stopped to wipe his forehead.
"Whew!" he gasped. "We certainly bulled our way through that one!"
"I felt the same way," said Tom. "But at least we have something to go on. You think he was suspicious?"
"No, Tom. He was so scared when I accused him of being tied up with the Solar Guard it threw him completely off stride."
"Well? Where do we go from here?" asked Tom.
"Back to the ship," replied Strong. "And as soon as Astro and Roger show up, we blast off for Marsopolis. Our next target is a joint called the s.p.a.celanes!"
Against a backdrop of shimmering stars that studded the velvet black emptiness of s.p.a.ce, the freighter _Dog Star_ rocketed toward the red planet of Mars carrying the four s.p.a.cemen on the next step of their search. Relaxing from the three arduous days on the Moon and able to be themselves once more, Strong and the three cadets rested and discussed every detail of their stay in Luna City. It was finally decided that their only real chance of tracing Wallace and Simms lay in the s.p.a.celanes Bar. As they approached Mars, Strong outlined their next move.
"We"ll do the same thing as we did in Luna City," he said. "Split up.
Only this time, we"ll all go to the same place, the s.p.a.celanes. Tom and I will go in first and do most of the nosing around. Astro and Roger will drift in later and hang around, just in case there"s trouble."
The three cadets nodded their understanding, and when Strong turned to the teleceiver to make his report to Commander Walters at s.p.a.ce Academy, they took their stations for touchdown at Marsopolis.
His face impa.s.sive on the teleceiver screen, Commander Walters listened to Strong"s report, and when the Solar Guard officer finished, he grunted his satisfaction.
"Do you have any news on Wallace and Simms, sir?" asked Strong.