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intelligence. "What if I had just been changing...?" Bell had to grin. For
the most part Pucky ran around without clothes on; his thick pelt always made
a uniform or even underwear seem ludicrously unnecessary. So what would be the
difference if he were to be surprised in the act of changing his
clothes? "Your sense of humour is about as gross as an elephant's tumour,"
Bell returned acidly, for openers. "You've some temerity, talking to me about
tumours, you overgrown ulcer-maker!" spluttered Pucky, for once not getting
his tongue in the way of his eyeteeth. "Don't skrag me or I'll teleport you
straight through the ship to where the odour of your remarks would blend in
with the surroundings." Bell paled at the vision of being pinned to the
ceiling of the lav. "Aw, Pucky, you know I was only kidding. I just wanted to
talk to you." "So talk!" The mouse-beaver edged over so that Bell could sit
beside him on the bed. "I'm listening though my ears have blisters already-I
just got through hearing a couple of hours of Atlan's story. I have to admit
that fellow's got a powerful imagination. I wish I could dream up-" Bell
cocked an eyebrow at him. "You don't mean to say you think Atlan invented his
story of Atlantis?! Puckaroo, if Rhodan ever found that out..." "Why should
he find it out, if you keep your mouth shut?" inquired Pucky, the threatening
hint of a growl in his voice. "Don't forget the washroom!" "Nobody'll learn
anything from me!" Bell hastened to assure him, adding: "Anyway, I found
Atlan's story very interesting and informative." "Well, I suppose I did too,"
admitted Pucky and made an obvious project out of scratching his back. His
reproachful expression was not in vain. Bell sighed and yielded to the
unspoken request. He sat closer to the mouse-beaver and began to gently rub
his fur. There was no greater pleasure anyone could offer the little
fellow. "But everything else is starting to be drag-time around here,"
drawled Bell. "Here we sit in a giant ship out in space-and we wait. What in
the devil are we waiting for?" "Haven't you asked Rhodan yet?" "If you think
you can get anything out of him you're mistaken, chum." "Don't be so snooty,
lardbird," retorted Pucky. His continuous association with Bell had caused him
to develop a slangy vocabulary. "Anyway, I don't mind all this lazing around.
But nobody who can barely move a finger doesn't need to fake off." "Flake
off," Bell corrected his alien friend, who often had trouble with English
idioms. Bell stopped scratching and straightened up. "Are you trying to say
that I..." "Are you really so anxious to visit the bathroom?" Pucky almost
purred with velvet menace. Bell sighed and muttered: "Why did I come here,
anyway? Instead of taking it easy I have to sit around and take a lot of
threats. That's the grief you get into when you mess around with
semi-intelligent species." He swiftly began to scratch Pucky's pelt in
self-defence. "I mean-now surely you can take a harmless little joke, little
buddy?" "But of course, fatso," Pucky assured him guilelessly and he revealed
his incisor tooth. He normally used this to masticate his food-especially
fresh vegetables and pre-eminently carrots-but it also served to delineate the
mouse-beaver's form of grinning. And when Pucky grinned there was usually
nothing to fear, so Bell breathed a sigh of relief. For the next few minutes
a pleasant silence pervaded the cabin, interrupted now and then by a sigh of
pleasure from Pucky, who knew well how to put his friend's back scratching
mood to the fullest use. But finally this little idyll was abruptly
interrupted. A sharp buzzing sounded, followed by a familiar voice. "Hello,
Pucky-does Bell happen to be down there with you?" "Rhodan!" Bell jumped to