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Tom W. Harris You'll Like It on Mars

And I owed it to myself, my career, and to Myron to stay with her just a bit longer. The fact that I couldn't see any scars didn't prove there weren't any. I would try to get a chance for a more thorough check. The sense of touch versus the sense of sight.
"You people did a wonderful job in 'Mars Hazard,'" I said. "I suppose the party is kind of in your honor." Then I noticed something, and ran my eyes over the crowd to check. "It looks like Renn only invited the actors from the Mars part of the film!"
"It isn't really a party for the whole cast. Some of us happen to be staying out here."
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Tom W. Harris You'll Like It on Mars

Just behind Renn was a snarling tawny.
Renn laughed. "Little watchdog I brought back. He's a runt, you'll notice. Only about five feet high. Weighs about fifteen hundred pounds. He keeps prowlers off the grounds at night—so many people are curious these days. But don't worry, he can't get at you."
The runt was tied with steel cables about two inches thick. He was giving the cables a hard time.
"Come on in," laughed Kettering. "Those cables would hold an elephant."
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Tom W. Harris You'll Like It on Mars

Myron meant what he said. "I'll get it," I said with beautifully faked confidence.
"Renn Kettering will be glad to see you at his party tonight," Myron grinned. "I planted a rumor that you want to leave me and go to work for him. Maneuver a private talk, get him on the subject of how he made that damned movie. Maybe he'll let something slip."
"Great idea," I said. Movie magnates always have great ideas.
"Talk to his cast. And slip off alone if you can and look his house over. I don't care what you do, but come back here with the information. And don't get big ideas on selling out to Kettering.
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