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“Considering the expense, don’t you, as a businessman, think that a fair thing to do?”

“No,” Alhamid said. “I have pointed out to them that the total amount of the claims is far less per capita than, for instance, the Steel Construction Workers’ Union of Earth. Granted, there are more death claims, but these are more than compensated for by the fact that the claims for disability and hospitalization are almost negligible.”

“That’s another thing we don’t understand,” Tarnhorst said carefully. “It appears that not only are the safety precautions insufficient, but the post-accident care is … er … inefficient.”

“I assure you that what post-accident care there is,” Alhamid said, “is quite efficient. But there is a high mortality rate because of the very nature of the job. Do you know anything about anchor-placing, Mr. Tarnhorst?”

“Very little,” Tarnhorst admitted. “That is one of the things I am here to get information on. You used the phrase ‘what post-accident care there is’–just how do you mean that?”

“Mr. Tarnhorst, when a man is out in space, completely surrounded by a hard vacuum, any accident is very likely to be fatal. On Earth, if a man sticks his thumb in a punch press, he loses his thumb. Out here, if a man’s thumb is crushed off while he’s in space, he loses his air and his life long before he can bleed to death. Anything that disables a man in space is deadly ninety-nine times out of a hundred.

“I can give you a parallel case. In the early days of oil drilling, wells occasionally caught fire. One of the ways to put them out was to literally blow them out with a charge of nitroglycerine. Naturally, the nitroglycerine had to be transported from where it was made to where it was to be used. Sensibly enough, it was not transported in tank-car lots; it was carried in small special containers by a single man in an automobile, who used the back roads and avoided traffic and stayed away from thickly populated areas–which was possible in those days. In many places these carriers were required to paint their cars red, and have the words Danger Nitroglycerine painted on the vehicle in yellow.

“Now, the interesting thing about that situation is that, whereas insurance companies in those days were reluctant to give policies to those men, even at astronomical premium rates, disability insurance cost practically nothing–provided the insured would allow the insertion of a clause that restricted the covered period to those times when he was actually engaged in transporting nitroglycerine. You can see why.”

“I am not familiar with explosives,” Tarnhorst said. “I take it that the substance is … er … easily detonated?”

“That’s right,” said Alhamid. “It’s not only sensitive, but it’s unreliable. You might actually drop a jar of the stuff and do nothing but shatter the jar. Another jar, apparently exactly similar, might go off because it got jiggled by a seismic wave from a passing truck half a mile away. But the latter was a great deal more likely than the former.”

“Very well,” said Tarnhorst after a moment, “I accept that analogy. I’d like to know more about the work itself. What does the job entail, exactly? What safety precautions are taken?”

It required the better part of three hours to explain exactly what an anchor setter did and how he did it–and what safety precautions were being taken. Through it all, Peter Danley just sat there, listening, saying nothing.

Finally, Edway Tarnhorst said: “Well, thank you very much for your information, Mr. Alhamid. I’d like to think this over. May I see you in the morning?”

“Certainly, sir. You’re welcome at any time.”

“Thank you.” The two Earthmen rose from their seats–Tarnhorst carefully, Danley with the ease of long practice. “Would nine in the morning be convenient?”

“Quite convenient. I’ll expect you.”

Danley glided over to the door and held it open for Tarnhorst. He was wearing magnetic glide-shoes, the standard footwear of the Belt, which had three ball-bearings in the forward part of the sole, allowing the foot to move smoothly in any direction, while the rubber heel could be brought down to act as a brake when necessary. He didn’t handle them with the adeptness of a Belt man, but he wasn’t too awkward. Tarnhorst was wearing plain magnetic-soled boots–the lift-’em-up-and-lay-’em-down type. He had no intention of having his dignity compromised by shoes that might treacherously scoot out from under him.