Murray Leinster (25 page)

But I’ve been saving money and worrying. I keep thinking of those three Moklin kids that Inspector Caldwell knows she ain’t the father of. I worry about those kids. I hope nothing’s happened to them. Moklin kids grow up fast, like I told you. They’ll be just about grown now.

I’ll tell you. I’ve bought me a litde private spacecruiser, small but good. I’m shoving off for Moklin next week. If one of those three ain’t married, I’m going to marry her, Moklin-style, and bring her out to a human colony planet. We’ll have some kids. I know just what I want my kids to be like. They’ll have plenty of brains -
top-level brains -
and the girls will be
real
good-looking!

But besides that, I’ve got to bring some other Moklins out and start them passing for human, too. Because my kids are going to need other Moklins to marry, ain’t they? It’s not that I don’t like humans. I do! If the fellow I look like - Joe Brinkley

- hadn’t got killed accidental on that hunting trip with Deeth, I never would have thought of taking his place and being Joe

Brinkley. But you can’t blame me for wanting to live among humans.

Wouldn’t you, if you was a Moklin?