 What is the relationship between Meyerhoff and Zeckler?
Meyerhoff followed the huge, bear-like Altairian guard down the slippery flagstones of the corridor, sniffing the dead, musty air with distaste. He drew his carefully tailored Terran-styled jacket closer about his shoulders, shivering as his eyes avoided the black, yawning cell-holes they were passing. Wide blue eyes regarded Meyerhoff from beneath uneven black eyebrows, and then the little man's face broke into a crafty grin. He executed a deep, awkward bow, motioning Meyerhoff into the dark cubicle. Interplanetary ruling. Why, I've been in here for years—" "Look, Zeckler, the name is Meyerhoff, and I'm not your pal," Meyerhoff snapped. "These overgrown teddy-bears don't know what brotherhood means, nor humanity, either. I've got three million credits sitting in the Terran Consulate on Altair V, just waiting for me to walk in and pick them up. Meyerhoff sank down beside the man, his voice a tense whisper in the musty cell. No, nothing so simple for you. "You've committed the most heinous crime these creatures can imagine, and they're going to get you for it if it's the last thing they do. I'm afraid, my friend, that your con-man days are over." They spread out from Terra with the first wave of exploration—the slick, fast-talking con-men who could work new territories unfettered by the legal restrictions that soon closed down the more established planets. The first men in were the richest out, and through some curious quirk of the Terrestrial mind, they knew they could count on Terran protection, however crooked and underhand their methods. But occasionally a situation arose where the civilization and social practices of the alien victims made it unwise to tamper with them. Altair I had been recognized at once by the Trading Commission as a commercial prize of tremendous value, but early reports had warned of the danger of wildcat trading on the little, musty, jungle-like planet with its shaggy, three-eyed inhabitants—warned specifically against the confidence tactics so frequently used—but there was always somebody, Meyerhoff reflected sourly, who just didn't get the word. Meyerhoff pulled a pipe from his pocket, and began stuffing the bowl with infinite patience. You'd have found out that they're marsupials, and that two out of five of them get thrown out of their mother's pouch before they're old enough to survive. You'd have realized that they have to start fighting for individual rights almost as soon as they're born.
 Meyerhoff is Zeckler's Consulate representative.
 Meyerhoff is Zeckler's employee.  Meyerhoff is Zeckler's employer.  Meyerhoff is Zeckler's lawyer.  Meyerhoff is Zeckler's Consulate representative.