 Relationship between Harry Zeckler and Paul Meyeroff?
Meyerhoff followed the huge, bear-like Altairian guard down the slippery flagstones of the corridor, sniffing the dead, musty air with distaste. 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. "So Harry Zeckler's in a jam again," he said. "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. No, nothing so simple for you. 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. 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. "If you hadn't been so greedy, you'd have found out what a chunk of land was to these natives before you started peddling it. And consequently, land is the key factor in their economy, not money; nothing but land. 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."
 Meyeroff is an official sent to extradite Zeckler
 Meyeroff is Zeckler's legal representation  Meyeroff is an official sent to extradite Zeckler  Zeckler is a con man for Meyeroff  Zeckler abetted in a crime that Meyeroff perpetrated