 Of what species is Miss Meuhl and Retief?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, March 1962. "Miss Meuhl," he said, "in the past couple of weeks I've sat through six light-concerts, four attempts at chamber music, and god knows how many assorted folk-art festivals. I've been tied up every off-duty hour since I got here—" "You can't offend the Groaci," Miss Meuhl said sharply. "Whaffle left here three months ago," Retief said, "leaving me in charge." "Well," Miss Meuhl said, snapping off the dictyper. Retief looked thoughtfully at Miss Meuhl. "You've been here on Groac for four years, Miss Meuhl. "Mr. Retief, those are just the sort of questions we avoid with the Groaci. He looked at Retief and froze in mid-motion, a metal tube poised over a waiting pot. Retief backed, rounded a corner into a narrow alley-like passage, deserted, silent ... except for the following Groacian. Miss Meuhl said, eyeing Retief over her lenses. Two Groaci wearing heavy eye-shields and elaborate crest ornaments indicative of rank rose as Retief entered the room. "I'll not be a party—" "You'll do as you're told, Miss Meuhl," Retief said quietly. "All our efforts," Miss Meuhl said, "to live down that terrible episode! Fith rose; Shluh followed suit.
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