The Bishop's Remittance Men

When I was a kid, well, more of a kid than I am now. He didn't work at anything, but quarterly, once every planetary day, a draft on the banking cartel would come in for him and he'd deposit it with port sander, fidelity, and trust. If anybody was unmannerly enough to ask him about it, he always said that he had a rich uncle on terra. It was generally agreed that his ecclesiastical organization was paying him to stay out there in the boondocks where he wouldn't cause them further embarrassment. The colonial planets are full of that sort of remittance men.