I could tell the Geek was tempted, but no Deveel ever parted with a coin without examining every side of a nego-tiation.
“I dunno. It's not just me, Aahz. My capital's tied up at the moment. I've got partners. What about them?'”
“Well, what about them?” I asked. “How much do you want to cut them in for? There's a mountain range just south of town. It's visible over the whole resort area. You could name the biggest peak after yourself and let them have the lower hills. And if you want to handle the transac-tion,” I added, lowering my voice confidentially, “you could take a piece of the action as a carrying fee. I don't have to know anything about that. We don't have to be worried about anything except the bottom line.”
The Geek's eyes brightened. I never knew a Deveel who didn't like the idea of a piece of the action or adding him-self as a middleman where there was a fee involved.
“Er, how many people can I bring in as partners on that?” he asked.
I didn't ask him how many partners he had. I knew that was an elastic number. Instead, I turned to Matfany. “How many peaks in that range?”
“Visible from town? Well, sixteen you can really see, only some of em's not real impressive... .”
“There you go, Geek,” I said, slapping Matfany on the back to make him stop talking. “Fifteen not counting yours. Naming rights for the whole massif will run six hundred and forty gold coins. Renewable every year.”
The Geek nearly coughed out his own teeth. “How much? You want me to starve? You have to be crazy! Six hundred and forty gold coins for a nontangible asset?” “it's for immortality, Geek,” I said. “You're out of your mind, Aahz! A hundred is too much.”
“We're talking about a whole mountain range!” “For that much money I ought to get mineral rights, too!” “Well, you don't,” I snarled. “You get to name it. That's it.” “How much are you putting into this project?”
“My precious time,” I snarled, “which you're beginning to waste.” I grabbed Matfany and hauled him to his feet. “I can see you're not ready for the big time. Look, I'll just go over and talk to Gribaldi Enterprises. Grib knows a good thing, and he deals in souvenirs. It'll mean more to him than it does to you.”
“Wait a minute, Aahz!” the Geek shouted. I could see that the image of a mountain with his name on it was still dancing before his eyes, not to mention lining up fifteen investors to buy the rights to the other peaks whose fees would no doubt cover the Geek's mountain and then some. “How long's this offer good for?”
“Until I get out the door,” I said, towing the protesting Swamp Fox with me. “Now, Mr. Aahz, just what's all the hurry?” Matfany asked.
“What's the hurry is that we've got a lot of stops to make. I thought the Geek would be happy to get first chance at naming rights. I'm not wrong that often, but, boy, did I blow it this time.”
“No, you didn't, Aahz,” the Geek said, lurching forward and grabbing my arm. "C'mon. Don't go away
mad. We're old friends. Come and sit down.“ He gave me an ingratiat-ing smile. ”I mean, it sounds like a great idea, but where's the return on my investment?"
My mood changed in one second from fury to graciousness. I dragged the Swamp Fox back to his chair and dropped him in it.
“I'm glad you asked me that,” I said. “Foxe-Swampburg's gonna come roaring back to life. You can get in on the ground floor. You've got business interests in the Bazaar. Maybe you've got some merchandise that the tourists can't resist. I'm sure Matfany here can fix you up with office space, vendors, whatever you need to make capital out of your investment. I don't have to tell you how. Telling you how to make money out of something like this is like teaching my grandmother to suck eggs.”
The compliment wasn't lost on the Geek, but he was still hesitating. I leaned up and stretched out a hand for the doorknob.
“All right!” he blurted. “You have a deal.” I turned and extended the hand to him before he could change his mind. “Pleasure doing business with you,” I said. “Let's sign some papers. Half payable in advance.”
Matfany loped alongside looking worried as I strode to-ward my next best prospect. Having the map marked up with the Geek's signature was the best spur I could put in front of another buyer. If they saw the good stuff disap-pearing, they would want in. I jingled the bag of coins in my pocket. The sound added to my good mood.
“Three hundred and twenty gold coins,” Guido said. “That is a very nice hunk of change for the kitty.”
“Pretty good,” I smirked. The Geek had negotiated me down to half, but that was to be expected. “I bet I'm win-ning. Skeeve couldn't possibly earn that much that fast. He just isn't the operator I am.”
“Don't count him out too fast, tiger,” Tananda said, catching up with me and winding her arm into mine. “He's pretty creative.”
“Yeah, but would he come up with a way to make some-thing out of nothing like we just did?” I asked. “And we're
