The narrator of "All Cats Are Gray" affects a tough-guy tone: For I was there, right in the Rigel Royal, when it all began on the night that Cliff Moran blew in, looking lower than an antman's belly and twice as nasty. He'd had a spell of luck foul enough to twist a man into a slug snake, and we all knew that there was an attachment out for his ship. Cliff had fought his way up from the back courts of Venaport. Lose his ship and he'd slip back there—to rot. He was at the snarling stage that night when he picked out a table for himself and set out to drink away his troubles.

This style seems exactly right for a tale of two hard-bitten people making some good luck for themselves while overcoming a terrible danger. The style is also humorous...