back on his heels。 He dialed the number。
〃Police；〃 a voice said； and a bulldog…faced sergeant wearing a Prussian blue uniform and a scowl appeared on the screen。
〃I want to report a theft。〃
〃Grand larceny or petty larceny？〃
〃I don't know； it was my floor plan that was stolen。〃
〃Petty larceny。 Proceed to your nearest police station。 This is an emergency circuit； and you are tying it up illegally。 The penalty for illegally tying up an emergency circuit is 。 。 。〃 Bill jammed hard on the button and the screen went blank。 He turned back to the robot cashier。
〃No refunds；〃 it said。 Bill snarled impatiently。
〃Shut up。 All I want to know is where the nearest police station is。〃
〃I am a cashier robot； not an information robot。 That information is not in my memory。 I suggest you consult your floor plan。〃
〃But it's my floor plan that has been stolen！〃
〃I suggest you talk to the police。〃
〃But 。 。 。〃 Bill turned red and kicked the cashier's box angrily。 〃No refunds；〃 it said as he stalked away。
〃Drinky； drinky； make you stinky；〃 a robot bar said； rolling up and whispering in his ear。 It made the sound of ice cubes rattling in a frosty glass。
〃A damn good idea。 Beer。 A large one。〃 He pushed coins into its money slot and clutched at the dispos…a…stein that rattled down the chute and almost bounced to the ground。 It cooled and refreshed him and calmed his anger。 He looked at the sign that said To THE JEWELED PALACE。 〃I'll go to the palace； have a look…see； then find someone there who can direct me to the police station。 Ouchl〃 The robot bar had pulled the dispos…a…stein from his hand； almost taking his forefinger with it； and with unerring robotic aim hurled it thirty…two feet into the open mouth of a rubbish shaft that projected from a wall。
The Jeweled Palace appeared to be about as accessible as the Hanging Gardens； and he decided to report the theft before paying his way into the grilled enclosure that circled the palace at an awesome distance。 There was a policeman
hanging out his belly and idly spinning his club near the entrance who should know where the police station was。
〃Where's the police station？〃 Bill asked。
〃I ain't no information booth…use your floor plan。〃
〃lout〃…through teeth tightly clamped together…〃I cannot。 My floor plan has been stolen and that is why I want to find Yipe！〃
Bill said Yipe！ because the policeman； with a practiced motion； had jammed the end of his club up into Bill's armpit and pushed him around the er with it。
〃I used to be a trooper myself before I bought my way out；〃 the officer said。
〃I would enjoy your reminiscences more if you took the club out of my armpit；〃 Bill moaned； then sighed gratefully as the club vanished。
〃Since I used to be a trooper I don't want to see a buddy with the Purple Dart with Coalsack Nebula Cluster get into trouble。 I am also an honest cop and don't take bribes； but if a buddy was to loan me twenty…five bucks until payday I would be much obliged。〃
Bill had been born stupid； but he was learning。 The money appeared and vanished swiftly； and the cop relaxed； clacking the end of his club against his yellow teeth。
〃Let me tell you something； pal； before you make any official statements to me in my official capacity； since up to now we have just been talking buddy…buddy。 There are a lot of ways to get into trouble here on Helior； but the easiest is to lose your floor plan。 It is a hanging offense on Helior。 I know a guy what went into the station to report that someone got his plan and they slapped the cuffs on him inside ten seconds； maybe five。 Now what was it you wanted to say to me？〃
〃You got a match？〃
〃I don't smoke。〃
〃Good…by。〃
〃Take it easy； pal。〃
Bill scuttled around another corner and leaned against the wall breathing deeply。 Now what？ He could barely find his way around this place with the plan…how could he do it without one？ There was a leaden weight pulling at his insides that he tried to ignore。 He forced away the feeling of terror and tried to think。 But thinking made him lightheaded。 It seemed like years since he had had a good meal； and thinking of food he began to pump saliva at such a great rate that he almost drowned。 Food； that's what he needed； food for thought； he had to relax over a nice； juicy steak； and when the inner man was satisfied he would be able to think clearly and find a way out of this mess。 There must be a way out。 He had almost a full day left before he was due back from leave； there was plenty of time。 Staggering around a sharp bend he came out into a high tunnel brilliant with lights； the most brilliant of which was a sign that said THE GOLD SPACE SUIT。
〃The Gold Space Suit；〃 Bill said。 〃That's more like it。 Galaxy…famous on countless TV programs； what a restaurant； that's the way to build up the old morale。 It'll be expensive； but what the hell 。 。 。〃
Tightening his belt and straightening his collar； he strode up the wide gold steps and through the imitation spacelock。 The headwaiter beckoned him and smiled； soft music wafted his way and the floor opened beneath his feet。 Scratching helplessly at the smooth walls； he shot down the golden tube which turned gradually until； when he emerged； he shot through the air and fell； sprawling； into a dusty metal alleyway。 Ahead of him； painted on the wall with foot…high letters； was the imperious message； GET LOST BUM。
He stood and dusted himself； and a robot sidled over and crooned in his ear with the voice of a 。young and lovely girl； 〃I bet you're hungry； darling。 Why not try Giuseppe Singh's neo…Indian curried pizza？ You're just a few steps from Singh's； directions are on the back of the card。〃
The robot took a card from a slot in its chest and put it carefully into Bill's mouth。 It was a cheap and badly adjusted robot。 Bill spluttered the soggy card out and wiped it on his handkerchief。
〃What happened？〃 he asked。
〃I bet you're hungry； darling； grrrr…ark。〃 The robot switched to another recorded message； cued by Bill's question。 〃You have just been ejected from The Gold Space Suit； galaxy…famous on countless TV programs； because you are a cheap bum。 When you entered this establishment you were X…rayed and the contents of your pockets automatically puted。 Since the contents of your pockets obviously fell below the minimum with cover charge； one drink； and tax； you were ejected。 But you are still hungry； aren't you darling？〃 The robot leered； and the dulcet； sexy voice poured from between the broken gaps of its mouthptate。 〃C'mon down to Singh's where food is good and cheap。 Try Singh's yummy lasagna with dhal and lime sauce。〃
Bill went； not because he wanted some loathsome Bombay…Italian concoction； but because of the map and instructions on the back of the card。 There was a feeling of security in knowing he was going from somewhere to somewhere again； following the directions； clattering down this stair well； drop。 ping in that gravchute； grabbing for a place in the right hookway。 After one last turning his nose was assaulted‘ by a wave of stale fat； old garlic； and charred flesh； and he knew he was there。
The food was incredibly expensive and far worse than he had ever imagined it could be； but it stilled the painful rumbling in his stomach； by direct assault if not by pleasant satiation。 With one fingernail he attempted to pry horrible
pieces of gristle from between his teeth while he looked at the man across the table from him； who was moaning as he forced down spoonfuls of something nameless。 His tablemate was dressed in colorful holiday clothes and looked a fat； ruddy； and cheerful type。
〃Hi 。 。 。 ！〃 Bill said； smiling。
〃Go drop dead；〃 the man snarled。
〃All I said was Hi。〃 Petulantly。
〃That's enough。 Everyone who has bothered to talk to me in the sixteen hours I been on this so…called pleasure planet has cheated or screwed me or stolen my money one way or another。 I am next to broke and I still have six days left of my See Helior and Live tour。〃
〃I only wanted to ask you if I could sort of look through your floor plan while you were eating。〃
〃I told you； everyone is out to screw me out of something。 Drop dead。〃
〃Please。〃
〃I'll do it…for twenty…five bucks； cash in advance