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Show 40 investment, of course, but they manage the overhead too. Pawn a blanket, hock some cigarettes. . . ." Finally the Colonel's brows touched, and he turned. "Do our men do such things?" Smead was startled. "Oh, Colonel - " "I don't mean about girls: all young men . . . . The black market: is there one in Higashi?" "Oh no sir. No-sir. Not at all." Smead's yellow eyes took on the sanctity of the platter on which the wafer is laid. But the Colonel was not fooled. "Selling on the black market," he said, "is a serious offense, and I will not allow it." His eyes penetrated the area in which anybody but Smead would have maintained a soul. "I would prosecute. Officer or man." Smead nodded vigorously, in total agreement. Then he remembered that he had to leave the office on urgent business. Sergeant Koontz was being deceitful, and it bothered him. He had been taught to be honest, do what he should, present it openly to the world. But it wasn't always possible. At home he could at least have gone with the girl openly, but here he had to keep her hidden away. When ha saw the brazen, hard-faced girls the Detachments squired up and down Naka Hondori, and summoned |