Lem and Chubs exchanged glances.
"We'd rather avoid any record," said Lem.
"I'm sure you would," said Staggar, "but I can't buy without adding it to the inventory. You boys can skimp off your boss, but I can't skimp off mine. You get an account or no sale."
"Put in my name," said Chubs. "Chubs Zimmons."
Staggar looked at Lem. "Not your name, mister? Fancy clothes like that and from the way you were talking, I figured you for the captain."
"My name," said Chubs.
The drop master shrugged. "Suit yourself." He typed some more. With his eyes still down he asked, "Out of curiosity, where did you boys find this iron-nickel?"
"We'd rather not say," said Lem. "Trade secrets. I'm sure you understand."
Staggar smiled. "I figured as much. How much of this do you want to sell?"
"Depends on the price," said Lem.
"I'll pay you by the tonnage," said Staggar, "not by the cylinder."
"What price?" said Chubs.
Staggar told them.
Chubs was furious. "That's outrageous. It's worth twenty times that amount."
Staggar shrugged. "Take it or leave it."
Chubs turned to Lem. "He's trying to rob us."
"That's the cash price," said Staggar. "If you want to trade in food or fuel, I might be able to go a little higher."
"A little higher?" said Chubs, angry. "You're crazy if you think we'll accept that."
"You came to me," said Staggar. "I'm telling you my price. You don't like it, go elsewhere."
"He's right," said Lem. "We should have gone to Jupiter. Come on, Chubs. We're wasting this man's time." Lem turned and moved back toward the ship.
Chubs squinted down at Staggar. "Yes, you seem to have so much business here, why not let a big shipment like ours slip away? It's not like you need the money." He looked Staggar up and down, showing his disgust at Staggar's appearance, then turned away and followed Lem back to the ship.
Lem had his hand on the airlock when Staggar shouted at them.
"Wait. I have another price in case you boys got all stubborn and annoying, which you have."
"And what price is that?" said Lem.
Staggar told them.
"Double that amount and you've got a deal," said Lem.
"Double!" said Staggar.
"You'll still make a fortune," said Lem. "Which, if my calculations are correct, is more than the alternative. Zero."
Staggar glowered. "You corporates are all the same. Cocky thugs, the whole lot of you."
"From one thug to another, I'll take that as a compliment," said Lem.