 How do the Altairians treat the biggest liars?
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. The Altairians are sore about it. 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. 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. 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. They've built up the most confusing and impossible system of barter and trade imaginable, aimed at individual survival, with land as the value behind the credit. Lying is the time-honored tradition, with their entire legal system built around it." They have only the haziest idea what truth represents, and they've shrugged off the idea as impossible and useless." Encroachment on private property is legal grounds for murder on this planet, and twelve of them descended on the same chunk of land at the same time, all armed with title-deeds." "You've got twelve mad Altairians in your hair.
 The biggest liars can do whatever they want and get away with it.
 The biggest liars are sent to Earth.  The biggest liars can do whatever they want and get away with it.  The biggest liars are thrown into a pit. There they are eaten by the Goddess.  The biggest liars are hanged.