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. Dr. Ames, even the sorriest
imitation of a passport takes more time than that." He paused and looked less
like Santa Claus and more like a tired and worried old man. "But your prime
purpose is to get Bill out of this habitat and onto the Moon?"
"Yes."
"Suppose you took him there as your bond servant?"
"Huh? You can't take a slave into Luna Free State."
"Yes and no. You can take a slave to the Moon... but he is automatically
free, then and forever, once he sets foot on Luna; that is one thing those
convicts nailed down when they set themselves free. Dr. Ames, I can supply a
bill of sale covering Bill's indentures in time for the evening shuttle, I feel
confident. I have his picture, I have a supply of official stationery-authentic,
by midnight requisition-and there is time to crease and age the document. Truly,
this is much safer than trying to rush a passport."
"I defer to your professional judgment. How and when and where do I pick up
the paper?"
"Mmm, not at my studio. Do you know a tiny bistro adjacent to the
spaceport, one-tenth gee at radius three hundred? The Spaceman's Widow?"
I was about to say no, but that I would find it, when Gwen spoke up. "I
know where it is. You have to go behind Macy's warehouse to reach it. No sign on
it."
"That's right. Actually it's a private club, but I'll give you a card. You
can relax there and get a bite to eat
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