him shrewdly. “Some Lunarites might be Earthies inside.”
“Yes, and I’d like to know which. Sometimes I don’t think I can trust—Oh, well. I’m wasting incredible amounts of time with my synchrotron project and getting nowhere. I’m having no luck with priorities.”
“They probably don’t trust you, and I don’t blame them. If only you didn’t slink around so conspiratorially.”
“I do no such thing. It would give me great pleasure to walk out of the synchrotron room and never return, but then they would become suspicious.… If you’ve been raising hell with your water supply, Selene, I suppose we can’t have a second cup.”
“No, we can’t. But if it comes to that, you’ve been helping me waste water. You’ve had two showers here in the last week.”
“I’ll give you a water credit. I didn’t know you were counting.”
“I’m not counting—my water level is.”
She finished her own cup of coffee and stared at its emptiness thoughtfully. She said, “They always make faces over it. The tourists do. And I can never figure out why, either. It tastes fine to me. Did you ever taste Earth-coffee, Barron?”
“No,” he said, briefly.
“I did. Once. Some tourist had smuggled in packets of what he called instant coffee. He offered me some in exchange for you-know-what. Seemed to think it was an even trade.”
“And you had some?”
“I was curious. It was bitter and metallic. I hated it. Then I told him that miscegenation was against Lunarite custom and he turned rather bitter and metallic himself.”
“You never told me this. He didn’t try anything, did he?”
“It’s not particularly your business, is it? And, no, he didn’t try anything. If he had tried, at the wrong gravity for him, I’d have bounced him from here to corridor 1.”
Then she went on. “Oh, yes. I picked up another Earthie today. Insisted on sitting with me.”
“And what did he offer you in exchange for the screwing you so delicately call you-know-what.”
“Just sat there.”
“And stared at your breasts?”
“They’re there to be stared at, but actually he didn’t. He stared at my nameplate.… Besides, what’s it to you what he fantasied? Fantasies are free and I don’t have to fulfill them. What do you think I’m fantasying? Bed with an Earthman? With all the action you would expect of someone trying to handle a gravitational field he isn’t used to? I wouldn’t say it hasn’t been done, but not by me, and not that I’ve ever heard any good of it. Is that settled? Can I get back to the Earthie? Who’s nearly fifty? And who obviously wasn’t terrifically handsome even when he was twenty?… Interesting appearance, though; I’ll grant him that.”
“All right. I can do without a thumbnail sketch. What about him?”
“He asked about the proton synchrotron!”
Neville rose to his feet, swaying a little as was almost inevitable after quick movement at low gravity. “What did he ask about the synchrotron?”
“Nothing. Why are you so excited? You asked me to tell you anything that was out of the way with any tourist at any time and this seemed out of the way. No one ever asked me about the synchrotron before.”
“All right.” He paused a little, then in a normal voice, said, “Why was he interested in the synchrotron?”
Selene said, “I haven’t the faintest idea. He just asked if he could see it. It could be that he’s a tourist with an interest in science. For all I know, it was just a ploy to get me interested in him.”
“And I suppose you are. What’s his name?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t ask him.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not interested in him. Which way do you want it to be? Besides, his asking shows he’s a tourist. If he were a physicist, he wouldn’t have to ask. He’d be there.”
“My dear Selene,” said Neville. “Let me spell it out. Under the present circumstances, anyone who asks to see the proton synchrotron is a peculiar fellow we want to know about. And why should he ask you?” He walked hastily to the other end of the room and back as though wearing off a little energy. Then he said, “You’re the expert at that nonsense. Do you find him of interest?”
“Sexually?”
“You know what I mean. Don’t play games, Selene.”
Selene said with clear reluctance. “He’s interesting, even disturbing. But I don’t know why. He said nothing. He did nothing.”
“Interesting and disturbing, is he? Then you will see him again.”
“And do what?”
“How do I know? That’s your bit. Find out his name. Find out anything else you can. You’ve