 Why was the narrator in so much trouble?
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. I thought of it privately as MacTavish IV and referred to it publicly as Ghryne. We had saturated MacTavish IV with our promotional poop for a month preceding arrival. J. F. Corrigan will hold interviews in person on Ghryne from Thirdday to Fifthday of Tenmonth. Broadsides like that, distributed wholesale in half a thousand languages, always bring them running. 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. We needed a green Regulan in our show; the last one had quit four years ago. But just because we needed him didn't mean we had to be extravagant in hiring him. 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. After the gate clanged down, a non-terrestrial could only get onto Sol III as a specimen in a scientific collection—in short, as an exhibit in a zoo. 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. The demand for beings from Wazzenazz XIII is pretty low these days. Zero, in fact. There's no such place as Wazzenazz XIII and there's only one human race in the Galaxy—on Earth. The first harbinger of woe turned up after lunch in the person of a Kallerian. 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. And we're not currently in need of any Kallerian males, because—" "You will hire me or trouble I will make!"
 he was responsible for a non-terrestrial death
 he refused to let certain beings go to Earth  he killed a non-terrestrial  he was responsible for a non-terrestrial death  he was conning non-terrestrials to go to Earth