 What doesn't the narrator believe Gorb to be?
My three staff men, Auchinleck, Stebbins and Ludlow, walked shieldwise in front of me. The aliens came in every shape and form, in all colors and textures—and all of them eager for a Corrigan contract. Stuff like this: Want to visit Earth—see the Galaxy's most glittering and exclusive world? A life of wonder and riches can be yours! It's the best of its kind, the only really decent place where Earthmen can get a gander at the other species of the universe. There was a lidless eye at the top of his head and five lidded ones, one above each arm. "Before we begin, I'll need certain information about—" "I am a being of Regulus II," came the grave, booming reply, even before I had picked up the blank. "My Regulan name no longer matters. "I'll be placed on exhibition at your Institute on Earth. A Terraphile alien who goes to the extent of rechristening himself with a Terran monicker would work for nothing, or even pay us, just so long as we let him get to Earth. He was followed by a roly-poly blue-skinned humanoid from Donovan's Planet, four feet high and five hundred pounds heavy. I passed him along to Auchinleck to sign at anything short of top rate. It was the isolationism of the late 29th century that turned me into the successful proprietor of Corrigan's Institute, after some years as an impoverished carnival man in the Betelgeuse system. Before then, anyone could visit Earth. Every alien wants to see Earth once in his lifetime, and there's only one way he can do it. At the same time, we had turned away a dozen ursinoids, fifty of the reptilian natives of Ghryne, seven Sirian spiders, and no less than nineteen chlorine-breathing Procyonites wearing gas masks. I'm a telepath—not the kind that reads minds, just the kind that projects. The demand for beings from Wazzenazz XIII is pretty low these days. There's no such place as Wazzenazz XIII and there's only one human race in the Galaxy—on Earth. I had turned away three more ursinoids, hired a vegetable from Miazan, and said no to a scaly pseudo-armadillo from one of the Delta Worlds. They're hairy creatures, and this one had a coarse, thick mat of blue fur completely covering his body. "Yes, you have four representatives—of the Clan Verdrokh!
 a non-terrestrial
 a non-terrestrial  an Earthling  a hero  a con-man