 How does Meyerhoff feel about Zeckler?
Meyerhoff followed the huge, bear-like Altairian guard down the slippery flagstones of the corridor, sniffing the dead, musty air with distaste. 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. Zeckler stood up shakily. I'm afraid, my friend, that your con-man days are over." 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. 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."
 Meyerhoff thinks that Zeckler is a fool.
 Meyerhoff thinks that Zeckler is a fool.  Meyerhoff thinks that Zeckler is a skilled con-man.  Meyerhoff thinks that Zeckler is misunderstood.  Meyerhoff thinks that Zeckler is an idiot.