Gourmets all agree that nothing can beat oysters on the half-shell—not even the armed might of the Terran Confederation!
he chair beside my desk.
"We've got troubles, Chief," he announced.
I grinned at him. I knew perfectly well why he was here. Something had come up that was too big for him to handle. That was Heinz's only fault, a belief in the omnipotence of higher authority. If he couldn't handle it, it was a certainty that I could--even though I knew nothing of either his specialty or his problems. However, I liked the man. I did my best to give him the fatherly advice he occasionally needed, although he would have been better off half the time if he hadn't taken it.
"Well, what's the trouble now?" I asked. "From the look on your face it must be unpleasant. Or maybe you're just suffering from indigestion."
"It's not indigestion, Chief."
"Well, don't keep me in suspense. Tell me so I can worry too."
I didn't like the way he looked. Of course, I'd been expecting trouble for the past year. Things had been going far too smoothly.
"Oysters!" Bergdorf said laconically.
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