"Let me have copies of those audiovisuals, Tom. I'll see what can be
found out about him. I'm beginning to wonder about him myself. I'm
sure I've seen him, somewhere...." When he got back to Storisende, he
found that the marathon conference on the sixth
floor down at the Interplanetary Building had finally come to an end.
Everybody seemed satisfied, and apparently nobody was going to have
pistols and coffee with anybody
else about it. "We have things fixed up," his father told him. "The
gang who are building the ship out of four air-freighters are
chartered as Janicot
Industries, Ltd.; they're
going to specialize in chemical products. The
other company has a charter
now, too. They're going to operate on Jurgen and Horvendile.
We'll sell them ships, and Alpha-Interplanetary
will put on scheduled trips to all three planets and also Koshchei.
We're getting along very nicely with them, except that everybody's
for technicians and skilled labor. We have two hundred
more people signed up for Koshchei. What you want to do is train as
of them as you can for ship-operation. Alpha-Interplanetary is going
to start a training program here at
Storisende; you'd better leave one of your ships for them to work on,
and send back as many ships as you can find officers and crews for."