<h3><SPAN name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX"></SPAN>CHAPTER IX</h3>
<p>The trial got started the next morning with a minimum amount of
objections from Sidney. The charges and specifications were duly read,
the three defendants pleaded not guilty, and then Goodham advanced with
a paper in his hand to address the court. Sidney scampered up to take
his position beside him.</p>
<p>"Your Honor, the prosecution wishes, subject to agreement of the
defense, to enter the following stipulations, to wit: First, that the
late Silas Cumshaw was a practicing politician within the meaning of the
law. Second, that he is now dead, and came to his death in the manner
attested to by the coroner of Sam Houston Continent. Third, that he came
to his death at the hands of the defendants here present."</p>
<p>In all my planning, I'd forgotten that. I couldn't let those
stipulations stand without protest, and at the same time, if I protested
the characterization of Cumshaw as a practicing politician, the trial
could easily end right there. So I prayed for a miracle, and Clement
Sidney promptly obliged me.</p>
<p>"Defense won't stipulate anything!" he barked. "My clients, here, are
victims of a monstrous conspiracy, a conspiracy to conceal the true
facts of the death of Silas Cumshaw. They ought never to have been
arrested or brought here, and if the prosecution wants to establish
anything, they can do it by testimony, in the regular and lawful way.
This practice of free-wheeling stipulation is only one of the many
devices by which the courts of this planet are being perverted to serve
the corrupt and unjust ends of a gang of reactionary landowners!"</p>
<p>Judge Nelson's gavel hit the bench with a crack like a rifle shot.</p>
<p>"Mr. Sidney! In justice to your clients, I would hate to force them to
change lawyers in the middle of their trial, but if I hear another
remark like that about the courts of New Texas, that's exactly what will
happen, because you'll be in jail for contempt! Is that clear, Mr.
Sidney?"</p>
<p>I settled back with a deep sigh of relief which got me, I noticed,
curious stares from my fellow Ambassadors. I disregarded the questions
in their glances; I had what I wanted.</p>
<p>They began calling up the witnesses.</p>
<p>First, the doctor who had certified Ambassador Cumshaw's death. He gave
a concise description of the wounds which had killed my predecessor.
Sidney was trying to make something out of the fact that he was
Hickock's family physician, and consuming more time, when I got up.</p>
<p>"Your Honor, I am present here as <i>amicus curiae</i>, because of the
obvious interest which the Government of the Solar League has in this
case...."</p>
<p>"Objection!" Sidney yelled.</p>
<p>"Please state it," Nelson invited.</p>
<p>"This is a court of the people of the planet of New Texas. This foreign
emissary of the Solar League, sent here to
conspire with New Texan traitors to the end that New Texans shall be
reduced to a supine and ravished satrapy of the all-devouring empire of
the Galaxy—"</p>
<p>Judge Nelson rapped sharply.</p>
<p>"Friends of the court are defined as persons having a proper interest in
the case. As this case arises from the death of the former Ambassador of
the Solar League, I cannot see how the present Ambassador and his staff
can be excluded. Overruled." He nodded to me. "Continue, Mr.
Ambassador."</p>
<p>"As I understand, I have the same rights of cross-examination of
witnesses as counsel for the prosecution and defense; is that correct,
Your Honor?" It was, so I turned to the witness. "I suppose, Doctor,
that you have had quite a bit of experience, in your practice, with
gunshot wounds?"</p>
<p>He chuckled. "Mr. Ambassador, it is gunshot-wound cases which keep the
practice of medicine and surgery alive on this planet. Yes, I definitely
have."</p>
<p>"Now, you say that the deceased was hit by six different projectiles:
right shoulder almost completely severed, right lung and right ribs
blown out of the chest, spleen and kidneys so intermingled as to be
practically one, and left leg severed by complete shattering of the left
pelvis and hip-joint?"</p>
<p>"That's right."</p>
<p>I picked up the 20-mm auto-rifle—it weighed a good sixty pounds—from
the table, and asked him if this weapon could have inflicted such
wounds. He agreed that it both could and had.</p>
<p>"This the usual type of weapon used in your New Texas political
liquidations?" I asked.</p>
<p>"Certainly not. The usual weapons are pistols; sometimes a hunting-rifle
or a shotgun."</p>
<p>I asked the same question when I cross-examined the ballistics witness.</p>
<p>"Is this the usual type of weapon used in your New Texas political
liquidations?"</p>
<p>"No, not at all. That's a very expensive weapon, Mr. Ambassador. Wasn't
even manufactured on this planet; made by the z'Srauff star-cluster. A
weapon like that sells for five, six hundred pesos. It's used for
shooting really big game—supermastodon, and things like that. And, of
course, for combat."</p>
<p>"It seems," I remarked, "that the defense is overlooking an obvious
point there. I doubt if these three defendants ever, in all their lives,
had among them the price of such a weapon."</p>
<p>That, of course, brought Sidney to his feet, sputtering objections to
this attempt to disparage the honest poverty of his clients, which only
helped to call attention to the point.</p>
<p>Then the prosecution called in a witness named David Crockett
Longfellow. I'd met him at the Hickock ranch; he was Hickock's butler.
He limped from an old injury which had retired him from work on the
range. He was sworn in and testified to his name and occupation.</p>
<p>"Do you know these three defendants?" Goodham asked him.</p>
<p>"Yeah. I even marked one of them for future identification," Longfellow
replied.</p>
<p>Sidney was up at once, shouting objections. After he was quieted down,
Goodham remarked that he'd come to that point later, and began a line of
questioning to establish that Longfellow had been on the Hickock ranch
on the day when Silas Cumshaw was killed.</p>
<p>"Now," Goodham said, "will you relate to the court the matters of
interest which came to your personal observation on that day."</p>
<p>Longfellow began his story. "At about 0900, I was dustin' up and
straightenin' things in the library while the Colonel was at his desk.
All of a sudden, he said to me, 'Davy, suppose you call the Solar
Embassy and see if Mr. Cumshaw is doin' anything today; if he isn't, ask
him if he wants to come out.' I was workin' right beside the
telescreen. So I called the Solar League Embassy. Mr.
Thrombley took the call, and I asked him was Mr. Cumshaw around. By this
time, the Colonel got through with what he was doin' at the desk and
came over to the screen. I went back to my work, but I heard the Colonel
askin' Mr. Cumshaw could he come out for the day, an' Mr. Cumshaw
sayin', yes, he could; he'd be out by about 1030.</p>
<p>"Well, 'long about 1030, his air-car came in and landed on the drive.
Little single-seat job that he drove himself. He landed it about a
hundred feet from the outside veranda, like he usually did, and got out.</p>
<p>"Then, this other car came droppin' in from outa nowhere. I didn't pay
it much attention; thought it might be one of the other Ambassadors that
Mr. Cumshaw'd brung along. But Mr. Cumshaw turned around and looked at
it, and then he started to run for the veranda. I was standin' in the
doorway when I seen him startin' to run. I jumped out on the porch,
quick-like, and pulled my gun, and then this auto-rifle begun firin'
outa the other car. There was only eight or ten shots fired from this
car, but most of them hit Mr. Cumshaw."</p>
<p>Goodham waited a few moments. Longfellow's voice had choked and there
was a twitching about his face, as though he were trying to suppress
tears.</p>
<p>"Now, Mr. Longfellow," Goodham said, "did you recognize the people who
were in the car from which the shots came?"</p>
<p>"Yeah. Like I said, I cut a mark on one of them. That one there:
Jack-High Abe Bonney. He was handlin' the gun, and from where I was, he
had his left side to me. I was tryin' for his head, but I always
overshoot, so I have the habit of holdin' low. This time I held too
low." He looked at Jack-High in coldly poisonous hatred. "I'll be sorry
about that as long as I live."</p>
<p>"And who else was in the car?"</p>
<p>"The other two curs outa the same litter: Switchblade an'
Turkey-Buzzard, over there."</p>
<p>Further questioning revealed that Longfellow had had no direct knowledge
of the pursuit, or the siege of the jail in Bonneyville. Colonel Hickock
had taken personal command of that, and had left Longfellow behind to
call the Solar League Embassy and the Rangers. He had made no attempt to
move the body, but had left it lying in the driveway until the doctor
and the Rangers arrived.</p>
<p>Goodham went to the middle table and picked up a heavy automatic pistol.</p>
<p>"I call the court's attention to this pistol. It is an eleven-mm
automatic, manufactured by the Colt Firearms Company of New Texas, a
licensed subsidiary of the Colt Firearms Company of Terra." He handed it
to Longfellow. "Do you know this pistol?" he asked.</p>
<p>Longfellow was almost insulted by the question. Of course he knew his
own pistol. He recited the serial number, and pointed to different scars
and scratches on the weapon, telling how they had been acquired.</p>
<p>"The court accepts that Mr. Longfellow knows his own weapon," Nelson
said. "I assume that this is the weapon with which you claim to have
shot Jack-High Abe Bonney?"</p>
<p>It was, although Longfellow resented the qualification.</p>
<p>"That's all. Your witness, Mr. Sidney," Goodham said.</p>
<p>Sidney began an immediate attack.</p>
<p>Questioning Longfellow's eyesight, intelligence, honesty and integrity,
he tried to show personal enmity toward the Bonneys. He implied that
Longfellow had been conspiring with Cumshaw to bring about the conquest
of New Texas by the Solar League. The verbal exchange became so heated
that both witness and attorney had to be admonished repeatedly from the
bench. But at no point did Sidney shake Longfellow from his one
fundamental statement, that the Bonney brothers had shot Silas Cumshaw
and that he had shot Jack-High Abe Bonney in the shoulder.</p>
<p>When he was finished, I got up and took over.</p>
<p>"Mr. Longfellow, you say that Mr. Thrombley answered the screen at the
Solar League Embassy," I began. "You know Mr. Thrombley?"</p>
<p>"Sure, Mr. Silk. He's been out at the ranch with Mr. Cumshaw a lotta
times."</p>
<p>"Well, beside yourself and Colonel Hickock and Mr. Cumshaw and,
possibly, Mr. Thrombley, who else knew that Mr. Cumshaw would be at the
ranch at 1030 on that morning?"</p>
<p>Nobody. But the aircar had obviously been waiting for Mr. Cumshaw; the
Bonneys must have had advance knowledge. My questions made that point
clear despite the obvious—and reluctantly court-sustained—objections
from Mr. Sidney.</p>
<p>"That will be all, Mr. Longfellow; thank you. Any questions from anybody
else?"</p>
<p>There being none, Longfellow stepped down. It was then a few minutes
before noon, so Judge Nelson recessed court for an hour and a half.</p>
<hr style="width: 50%;"/>
<p>In the afternoon, the surgeon who had treated Jack-High Abe Bonney's
wounded shoulder testified, identifying the bullet which had been
extracted from Bonney's shoulder. A ballistics man from Ranger crime-lab
followed him to the stand and testified that it had been fired from
Longfellow's Colt. Then Ranger Captain Nelson took the stand. His
testimony was about what he had given me at the Embassy, with the
exception that the Bonneys' admission that they had shot Ambassador
Cumshaw was ruled out as having been made under duress.</p>
<p>However, Captain Nelson's testimony didn't need the confessions.</p>
<p>The cover was stripped off the air-car, and a couple of men with a
power-dolly dragged it out in front of the bench. The Ranger Captain
identified it as the car which he had found at the Bonneyville jail. He
went over it with an ultra-violet flashlight and showed where he had
written his name and the date on it with fluorescent ink. The effects of
AA-fire were plainly evident on it.</p>
<p>Then the other shrouded object was unveiled and identified as the gun
which had disabled the air-car. Colonel Hickock identified the gun as
the one with which he had fired on the air-car. Finally, the ballistics
expert was brought back to the stand again, to link the two by means of
fragments found in the car.</p>
<p>Then Goodham brought Kettle-Belly Sam Bonney to the stand.</p>
<p>The Mayor of Bonneyville was a man of fifty or so, short, partially
bald, dressed in faded blue Levis, a frayed white shirt, and a
grease-spotted vest. There was absolutely no mystery about how he had
acquired his nickname. He disgorged a cud of tobacco into a spittoon,
took the oath with unctuous solemnity, then reloaded himself with
another chew and told his version of the attack on the jail.</p>
<p>At about 1045 on the day in question, he testified, he had been in his
office, hard at work in the public service, when an air-car, partially
disabled by gunfire, had landed in the street outside and the three
defendants had rushed in, claiming sanctuary. From then on, the story
flowed along smoothly, following the lines predicted by Captain Nelson
and Parros. Of course he had given the fugitives shelter; they had
claimed to have been near to a political assassination and were in fear
of their lives.</p>
<p>Under Sidney's cross-examination, and coaching, he poured out the story
of Bonneyville's wrongs at the hands of the reactionary landowners, and
the atrocious behavior of the Hickock goon-gang. Finally, after
extracting the last drop of class-hatred venom out of him, Sidney turned
him over to me.</p>
<p>"How many men were inside the jail when the three defendants came
claiming sanctuary?" I asked.</p>
<p>He couldn't rightly say, maybe four or five.</p>
<p>"Closer twenty-five, according to the Rangers. How many of them were
prisoners in the jail?"</p>
<p>"Well, none. The prisoners was all turned out that mornin'. They was
just common drunks, disorderly conduct cases, that kinda thing. We
turned them out so's we could make some repairs."</p>
<p>"You turned them out because you expected to have to defend the jail;
because you knew in advance that these three would be along claiming
sanctuary, and that Colonel Hickock's ranch hands would be right on
their heels, didn't you?" I demanded.</p>
<p>It took a good five minutes before Sidney stopped shouting long enough
for Judge Nelson to sustain the objection.</p>
<p>"You knew these young men all their lives, I take it. What did you know
about their financial circumstances, for instance?"</p>
<p>"Well, they've been ground down an' kept poor by the big ranchers an'
the money-guys...."</p>
<p>"Then weren't you surprised to see them driving such an expensive
aircar?"</p>
<p>"I don't know as it's such an expensive—" he shut his mouth suddenly.</p>
<p>"You know where they got the money to buy that car?" I pressed.</p>
<p>Kettle-Belly Sam didn't answer.</p>
<p>"From the man who paid them to murder Ambassador Silas Cumshaw?" I kept
pressing. "Do you know how much they were paid for that job? Do you know
where the money came from? Do you know who the go-between was, and how
much he got, and how much he kept for himself? Was it the same source
that paid for the recent attempt on President Hutchinson's life?"</p>
<p>"I refuse to answer!" the witness declared, trying to shove his chest
out about half as far as his midriff. "On the grounds that it might
incriminate or degrade me!"</p>
<p>"You can't degrade a Bonney!" a voice from the balcony put in.</p>
<p>"So then," I replied to the voice, "what he means is, incriminate." I
turned to the witness. "That will be all. Excused."</p>
<p>As Bonney left the stand and was led out the side door, Goodham
addressed the bench.</p>
<p>"Now, Your Honor," he said, "I believe that the prosecution has
succeeded in definitely establishing that these three defendants
actually did fire the shot which, on April 22, 2193, deprived Silas
Cumshaw of his life. We will now undertake to prove...."</p>
<p>Followed a long succession of witnesses, each testifying to some public
or private act of philanthropy, some noble trait of character. It was
the sort of thing which the defense lawyer in the Whately case had been
so willing to stipulate. Sidney, of course, tried to make it all out to
be part of a sinister conspiracy to establish a Solar League fifth
column on New Texas. Finally, the prosecution rested its case.</p>
<p>I entertained Gail and her father at the Embassy, that evening. The
street outside was crowded with New Texans, all of them on our side,
shouting slogans like, "Death to the Bonneys!" and "Vengeance for
Cumshaw!" and "Annexation Now!" Some of it was entirely spontaneous,
too. The Hickocks, father and daughter, were given a tremendous ovation,
when they finally left, and followed to their hotel by cheering crowds.
I saw one big banner, lettered: 'DON'T LET NEW TEXAS GO TO THE DOGS.'
and bearing a crude picture of a z'Srauff. I seemed to recall having
seen a couple of our Marines making that banner the evening before in
the Embassy patio, but....</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h3><SPAN name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></SPAN>CHAPTER X</h3>
<p>The next morning, the third of the trial, opened with the defense
witnesses, character-witnesses for the three killers and witnesses to
the political iniquities of Silas Cumshaw.</p>
<p>Neither Goodham nor I bothered to cross-examine the former. I couldn't
see how any lawyer as shrewd as Sidney had shown himself to be would
even dream of getting such an array of thugs, cutthroats, sluts and
slatterns into court as character witnesses for anybody.</p>
<p>The latter, on the other hand, we went after unmercifully, revealing,
under their enmity for Cumshaw, a small, hard core of bigoted xenophobia
and selfish fear. Goodham did a beautiful job on that; he seemed able,
at a glance, to divine exactly what each witness's motivation was, and
able to make him or her betray that motivation in its least admirable
terms. Finally the defense rested, about a quarter-hour before noon.</p>
<p>I rose and addressed the court:</p>
<p>"Your Honor, while both the prosecution and the defense have done an
admirable job in bringing out the essential facts of how my predecessor
met his death, there are many features about this case which are far
from clear to me. They will be even less clear to my government, which
is composed of men who have never set foot on this planet. For this
reason, I wish to call, or recall, certain witnesses to clarify these points."</p>
<p>Sidney, who had begun shouting objections as soon as I had gotten to my
feet, finally managed to get himself recognized by the court.</p>
<p>"This Solar League Ambassador, Your Honor, is simply trying to use the
courts of the Planet of New Texas as a sounding-board for his
imperialistic government's propaganda...."</p>
<p>"You may reassure yourself, Mr. Sidney," Judge Nelson said. "This court
will not allow itself to be improperly used, or improperly swayed, by
the Ambassador of the Solar League. This court is interested only in
determining the facts regarding the case before it. You may call your
witnesses, Mr. Ambassador." He glanced at his watch. "Court will now
recess for an hour and a half; can you have them here by 1330?"</p>
<p>I assured him I could after glancing across the room at Ranger Captain
Nelson and catching his nod.</p>
<hr style="width: 50%;"/>
<p>My first witness, that afternoon was Thrombley. After the formalities of
getting his name and connection with the Solar League Embassy on the
record, I asked him, "Mr. Thrombley, did you, on the morning of April
22, receive a call from the Hickock ranch for Mr. Cumshaw?"</p>
<p>"Yes, indeed, Mr. Ambassador. The call was from Mr. Longfellow, Colonel
Hickock's butler. He asked if Mr. Cumshaw were available. It happened
that Mr. Cumshaw was in the same room with me, and he came directly to
the screen. Then Colonel Hickock appeared in the screen, and inquired
if Mr. Cumshaw could come out to the ranch for the day; he said
something about superdove shooting."</p>
<p>"You heard Mr. Cumshaw tell Colonel Hickock that he would be out at the
ranch at about 1030?" Thrombley said he had. "And, to your knowledge,
did anybody else at the Embassy hear that?"</p>
<p>"Oh, no, sir; we were in the Ambassador's private office, and the screen
there is tap-proof."</p>
<p>"And what other calls did you receive, prior to Mr. Cumshaw's death?"</p>
<p>"About fifteen minutes after Mr. Cumshaw had left, the z'Srauff
Ambassador called, about a personal matter. As he was most anxious to
contact Mr. Cumshaw, I told him where he had gone."</p>
<p>"Then, to your knowledge, outside of yourself, Colonel Hickock, and his
butler, the z'Srauff Ambassador was the only person who could have known
that Mr. Cumshaw's car would be landing on Colonel Hickock's drive at or
about 1030. Is that correct?"</p>
<p>"Yes, plus anybody whom the z'Srauff Ambassador might have told."</p>
<p>"Exactly!" I pounced. Then I turned and gave the three Bonney brothers a
sweeping glance. "Plus anybody the z'Srauff Ambassador might have
told.... That's all. Your witness, Mr. Sidney."</p>
<p>Sidney got up, started toward the witness stand, and then thought better
of it.</p>
<p>"No questions," he said.</p>
<p>The next witness was a Mr. James Finnegan; he was identified as cashier
of the Crooked Creek National Bank. I asked him if Kettle-Belly Sam
Bonney did business at his bank; he said yes.</p>
<p>"Anything unusual about Mayor Bonney's account?" I asked.</p>
<p>"Well, it's been unusually active lately. Ordinarily, he carries around
two-three thousand pesos, but about the first of April, that took a big
jump. Quite a big jump; two hundred and fifty thousand pesos, all in a
lump."</p>
<p>"When did Kettle-Belly Sam deposit this large sum?" I asked.</p>
<p>"He didn't. The money came to us in a cashier's check on the Ranchers'
Trust Company of New Austin with an anonymous letter asking that it be
deposited to Mayor Bonney's account. The letter was typed on a sheet of
yellow paper in Basic English."</p>
<p>"Do you have that letter now?" I asked.</p>
<p>"No, I don't. After we'd recorded the new balance, Kettle-Belly came
storming in, raising hell because we'd recorded it. He told me that if
we ever got another deposit like that, we were to turn it over to him in
cash. Then he wanted to see the letter, and when I gave it to him, he
took it over to a telescreen booth, and drew the curtains. I got a
little busy with some other matters, and the next time I looked,
Kettle-Belly was gone and some girl was using the booth."</p>
<p>"That's very interesting, Mr. Finnegan. Was that the last of your
unusual business with Mayor Bonney?"</p>
<p>"Oh, no. Then, about two weeks before Mr. Cumshaw was killed,
Kettle-Belly came in and wanted 50,000 pesos, in a big hurry, in small
bills. I gave it to him, and he grabbed at the money like a starved dog
at a bone, and upset a bottle of red perma-ink, the sort we use to
refill our bank seals. Three of the bills got splashed. I offered to
exchange them, but he said, 'Hell with it; I'm in a hurry,' and went
out. The next day, Switchblade Joe Bonney came in to make payment on a
note we were holding on him. He used those three bills in the payment.</p>
<p>"Then, about a week ago, there was another cashier's check came in for
Kettle-Belly. This time, there was no letter; just one of our regular
deposit-slips. No name of depositor. I held the check, and gave it to
Kettle-Belly. I remember, when it came in, I said to one of the clerks,
'Well, I wonder who's going to get bumped off this time.' And sure
enough ..."</p>
<p>Sidney's yell of, "Objection!" was all his previous objections gathered
into one.</p>
<p>"You say the letter accompanying the first deposit, the one in Basic
English, was apparently taken away by Kettle-Belly Sam Bonney. If you
saw another letter of the same sort, would you be able to say whether or
not it might be like the one you mentioned?"</p>
<p>Sidney vociferating more objections; I was trying to get expert
testimony without previous qualification....</p>
<p>"Not at all, Mr. Sidney," Judge Nelson ruled. "Mr. Silk has merely asked
if Mr. Finnegan could say whether one document bore any resemblance to
another."</p>
<p>I asked permission to have another witness sworn in while Finnegan was
still on the stand, and called in a Mr. Boone, the cashier of the
Packers' and Brokers' Trust Company of New Austin. He had with him a
letter, typed on yellow paper, which he said had accompanied an
anonymous deposit of two hundred thousand pesos. Mr. Finnegan said that
it was exactly like the one he had received, in typing, grammar and
wording, all but the name of the person to whose account the money was
to be deposited.</p>
<p>"And whose account received this anonymous benefaction, Mr. Boone?" I
asked.</p>
<p>"The account," Boone replied, "of Mr. Clement Sidney."</p>
<p>I was surprised that Judge Nelson didn't break the handle of his gavel,
after that. Finally, after a couple of threats to clear the court, order
was restored. Mr. Sidney had no questions to ask this time, either.</p>
<p>The bailiff looked at the next slip of paper I gave him, frowned over
it, and finally asked the court for assistance.</p>
<p>"I can't pronounce this-here thing, at all," he complained.</p>
<p>One of the judges finally got out a mouthful of growls and yaps, and
gave it to the clerk of the court to copy into the record. The next
witness was a z'Srauff, and in the New Texan garb he was wearing, he was
something to open my eyes, even after years on the Hooligan Diplomats.</p>
<p>After he took the stand, the clerk of the court looked at him blankly
for a moment. Then he turned to Judge Nelson.</p>
<p>"Your Honor, how am I gonna go about swearing him in?" he asked. "What
does a z'Srauff swear by, that's binding?"</p>
<p>The President Judge frowned for a moment. "Does anybody here know Basic
well enough to translate the oath?" he asked.</p>
<p>"I think I can," I offered. "I spent a great many years in our Consular
Service, before I was sent here. We use Basic with a great many alien
peoples."</p>
<p>"Administer the oath, then," Nelson told me.</p>
<p>"Put up right hand," I told the z'Srauff. "Do you truly say, in front of
Great One who made all worlds, who has knowledge of what is in the
hearts of all persons, that what you will say here will be true, all
true, and not anything that is not true, and will you so say again at
time when all worlds end? Do you so truly say?"</p>
<p>"Yes. I so truly say."</p>
<p>"Say your name."</p>
<p>"Ppmegll Kkuvtmmecc Cicici."</p>
<p>"What is your business?"</p>
<p>"I put things made of cloth into this world, and I take meat out of this
world."</p>
<p>"Where do you have your house?"</p>
<p>"Here in New Austin, over my house of business, on Coronado Street."</p>
<p>"What people do you see in this place that you have made business with?"</p>
<p>Ppmegll Kkuvtmmecc Cicici pointed a three-fingered hand at the Bonney
brothers.</p>
<p>"What business did you make with them?"</p>
<p>"I gave them for money a machine which goes on the ground and goes in
the air very fast, to take persons and things about."</p>
<p>"Is that the thing you gave them for money?" I asked, pointing at the
exhibit air-car.</p>
<p>"Yes, but it was new then. It has been made broken by things from guns
now."</p>
<p>"What money did they give you for the machine?"</p>
<p>"One hundred pesos."</p>
<p>That started another uproar. There wasn't a soul in that courtroom who
didn't know that five thousand pesos would have been a give-away bargain
price for that car.</p>
<p>"Mr. Ambassador," one of the associate judges interrupted. "I used to be
in the used-car business. Am I expected to believe that this ... this
being ... sold that air-car for a hundred pesos?"</p>
<p>"Here's a notarized copy of the bill of sale, from the office of the
Vehicles Registration Bureau," I said. "I introduce it as evidence."</p>
<p>There was a disturbance at the back of the room, and then the z'Srauff
Ambassador, Gglafrr Ddespttann Vuvuvu, came stalking down the aisle,
followed by a couple of Rangers and two of his attachés. He came forward
and addressed the court.</p>
<p>"May you be happy, sir, but I am in here so quickly not because I have
desire to make noise, but because it is only short time since it got in
my knowledge that one of my persons is in this place. I am here to be of
help to him that he not get in trouble, and to be of help to you. The
name for what I am to do in this place is not part of my knowledge.
Please say it for me."</p>
<p>"You are a friend of the court," Judge Nelson told him. "An <i>amicus
curiae</i>."</p>
<p>"You make me happy. Please go on; I have no desire to put stop to what
you do in this place."</p>
<p>"From what person did you get this machine that you gave to these
persons for one hundred pesos?" I asked.</p>
<p>Gglafrr immediately began barking and snarling and yelping at my
witness. The drygoods importer looked startled, and Judge Nelson banged
with his gavel.</p>
<p>"That's enough of that! There'll be nothing spoken in this court but
English, except through an interpreter!"</p>
<p>"Yow! I am sad that what I did was not right," the z'Srauff Ambassador
replied contritely. "But my person here has not as part of his knowledge
that you will make him say what may put him in trouble."</p>
<p>Nelson nodded in agreement.</p>
<p>"You are right: this person who is here has no need to make answer to
any question if it may put him in trouble or make him seem less than he
is."</p>
<p>"I will not make answer," the witness said.</p>
<p>"No further questions."</p>
<p>I turned to Goodham, and then to Sidney; they had no questions, either.
I handed another slip of paper to the bailiff, and another z'Srauff,
named Bbrarkk Jjoknyyegg Kekeke took the stand.</p>
<p>He put into this world things for small persons to make amusement with;
he took out of this world meat and leather. He had his house of business
in New Austin, and he pointed out the three Bonneys as persons in this
place that he saw that he had seen before.</p>
<p>"And what business did you make with them?" I asked.</p>
<p>"I gave them for money a gun which sends out things of
twenty-millimeters very fast, to make death or hurt come to men and
animals and does destruction to machines and things."</p>
<p>"Is this the gun?" I showed it to him.</p>
<p>"It could be. The gun was made in my world; many guns like it are made
there. I am certain that this is the very gun."</p>
<p>I had a notarized copy of a customs house bill in which the gun was
described and specified by serial number. I introduced it as evidence.</p>
<p>"How much money did these three persons give you for this gun?" I asked.</p>
<p>"Five pesos."</p>
<p>"The customs appraisal on this gun is six hundred pesos," I mentioned.</p>
<p>Immediately, Ambassador Vuvuvu was on his feet. "My person here has not
as part of his knowledge that he may put himself in trouble by what he
says to answer these questions."</p>
<p>That put a stop to that. Bbrarkk Jjoknyyegg Kekeke immediately took
refuge in refusal to answer on grounds of self-incrimination.</p>
<p>"That is all, Your Honor," I said, "And now," I continued, when the
witness had left the stand, "I have something further to present to the
court, speaking both as <i>amicus curiae</i> and as Ambassador of the Solar
League. This court cannot convict the three men who are here on trial.
These men should have never been brought to trial in this court: it has
no jurisdiction over this case. This was a simple case of first-degree
murder, by hired assassins, committed against the Ambassador of one
government at the instigation of another, not an act of political
protest within the meaning of New Texan law."</p>
<p>There was a brief silence; both the court and the spectators were
stunned, and most stunned of all were the three Bonney brothers, who had
been watching, fear-sick, while I had been putting a rope around their
necks. The uproar from the rear of the courtroom gave Judge Nelson a
needed minute or so to collect his thoughts. After he had gotten order
restored, he turned to me, grim-faced.</p>
<p>"Ambassador Silk, will you please elaborate on the extraordinary
statement you have just made," he invited, as though every word had
sharp corners that were sticking in his throat.</p>
<p>"Gladly, Your Honor." My words, too, were gouging and scraping my throat
as they came out; I could feel my knees getting absurdly weak, and my
mouth tasted as though I had an old copper penny in it.</p>
<p>"As I understand it, the laws of New Texas do not extend their ordinary
protection to persons engaged in the practice of politics. An act of
personal injury against a politician is considered criminal only to the
extent that the politician injured has not, by his public acts, deserved
the degree of severity with which he has been injured, and the Court of
Political Justice is established for the purpose of determining whether
or not there has been such an excess of severity in the treatment meted
out by the accused to the injured or deceased politician. This gives
rise, of course, to some interesting practices; for instance, what is at
law a trial of the accused is, in substance, a trial of his victim. But
in any case tried in this court, the accused must be a person who has
injured or killed a man who is definable as a practicing politician
under the government of New Texas.</p>
<p>"Speaking for my government, I must deny that these men should have been
tried in this court for the murder of Silas Cumshaw. To do otherwise
would establish the principle and precedent that our Ambassador, or any
other Ambassador here, is a practicing politician under—mark that well,
Your Honor—under the laws and government of New Texas. This would not
only make of any Ambassador a permissable target for any marksman who
happened to disapprove of the policies of another government, but more
serious, it would place the Ambassador and his government in a
subordinate position relative to the government of New Texas. This the
government of the Solar League simply cannot tolerate, for reasons which
it would be insulting to the intelligence of this court to enumerate."</p>
<p>"Mr. Silk," Judge Nelson said gravely. "This court takes full cognizance
of the force of your arguments. However, I'd like to know why you
permitted this trial to run to this length before entering this
objection. Surely you could have made clear the position of your
government at the beginning of this trial."</p>
<p>"Your Honor," I said, "had I done so, these defendants would have been
released, and the facts behind their crime would have never come to
light. I grant that the important function of this court is to determine
questions of relative guilt and innocence. We must not lose sight,
however, of the fact that the primary function of any court is to
determine the truth, and only by the process of the trial of these
depraved murderers-for-hire could the real author of the crime be
uncovered.</p>
<p>"This was important, both for the government of the Solar League and the
government of New Texas. My government now knows who procured the death
of Silas Cumshaw, and we will take appropriate action. The government
of New Texas has now had spelled out, in letters anyone can read, the
fact that this beautiful planet is in truth a <i>battleground</i>. Awareness
of this may save New Texas from being the scene of a larger and more
destructive battle. New Texas also knows who are its enemies, and who
can be counted upon to stand as its friends."</p>
<p>"Yes, Mr. Silk. Mr. Vuvuvu, I haven't heard any comment from you.... No
comment? Well, we'll have to close the court, to consider this phase of
the question."</p>
<p>The black screen slid up, for the second time during the trial. There
was silence for a moment, and then the room became a bubbling pot of
sound. At least six fights broke out among the spectators within three
minutes; the Rangers and court bailiffs were busy restoring order.</p>
<p>Gail Hickock, who had been sitting on the front row of the spectators'
seats, came running up while I was still receiving the congratulations
of my fellow diplomats.</p>
<p>"Stephen! How <i>could</i> you?" she demanded. "You know what you've done?
You've gotten those murdering snakes turned loose!"</p>
<p>Andrew Jackson Hickock left the prosecution table and approached.</p>
<p>"Mr. Silk! You've just secured the freedom of three men who murdered one
of my best friends!"</p>
<p>"Colonel Hickock, I believe I knew Silas Cumshaw before you did. He was
one of my instructors at Dumbarton Oaks, and I have always had the
deepest respect and admiration for him. But he taught me one thing,
which you seem to have forgotten since you expatriated yourself—that
in the Diplomatic Service, personal feelings don't count. The only
thing of importance is the advancement of the policies of the Solar
League."</p>
<p>"Silas and I were attachés together, at the old Embassy at Drammool, on
Altair II," Colonel Hickock said. What else he might have said was lost
in the sudden exclamation as the black screen slid down. In front of
Judge Nelson, I saw, there were three pistol-belts, and three pairs of
automatics.</p>
<p>"Switchblade Joe Bonney, Jack-High Abe Bonney, Turkey-Buzzard Tom
Bonney, together with your counsel, approach the court and hear the
verdict," Judge Nelson said.</p>
<p>The three defendants and their lawyer rose. The Bonneys were swaggering
and laughing, but for a lawyer whose clients had just emerged from the
shadow of the gallows, Sidney was looking remarkably unhappy. He
probably had imagination enough to see what would be waiting for him
outside.</p>
<p>"It pains me inexpressibly," Judge Nelson said, "to inform you three
that this court cannot convict you of the cowardly murder of that
learned and honorable old man, Silas Cumshaw, nor can you be brought to
trial in any other court on New Texas again for that dastardly crime.
Here are your weapons, which must be returned to you. Sort them out
yourselves, because I won't dirty my fingers on them. And may you regret
and feel shame for your despicable act as long as you live, which I hope
won't be more than a few hours."</p>
<p>With that, he used the end of his gavel to push the three belts off the
bench and onto the floor at the Bonneys' feet. They stood laughing at
him for a few moments, then stopped, picked the belts up, drew the
pistols to check magazines and chambers, and then began slapping each
others' backs and shouting jubilant congratulations at one
another. Sidney's two assistants and some of his friends came up and
began pumping Sidney's hands.</p>
<p>"There!" Gail flung at me. "Now look at your masterpiece! Why don't you
go up and congratulate him, too?"</p>
<p>And with that, she slapped me across the face. It hurt like the devil;
she was a lot stronger than I'd expected.</p>
<p>"In about two minutes," I told her, "you can apologize to me for that,
or weep over my corpse. Right now, though, you'd better be getting
behind something solid."</p>
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<h3><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI"></SPAN>CHAPTER XI</h3>
<p>I turned and stepped forward to confront the Bonneys, mentally thanking
Gail. Up until she'd slapped me, I'd been weak-kneed and dry-mouthed
with what I had to do. Now I was just plain angry, and I found that I
was thinking a lot more clearly. Jack-High Bonney's wounded left
shoulder, I knew, wouldn't keep him from using his gun hand, but his
shoulder muscles would be stiff enough to slow his draw. I'd intended
saving him until I'd dealt with his brothers. Now, I remembered how he'd
gotten that wound in the first place: he'd been the one who'd used the
auto-rifle, out at the Hickock ranch. So I changed my plans and moved
him up to top priority.</p>
<p>"Hold it!" I yelled at them. "You've been cleared of killing a
politician, but you still have killing a Solar League Ambassador to
answer for. Now get your hands full of guns, if you don't want to die
with them empty!"</p>
<p>The crowd of sympathizers and felicitators simply exploded away from the
Bonney brothers. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sidney and a fat,
blowsy woman with brass-colored hair as they both tried to dive under
the friends-of-the-court table at the same place. The Bonney brothers
simply stood and stared at me, for an instant, unbelievingly, as I got
my thumbs on the release-studs of my belt. Judge Nelson's gavel was
hammering, and he was shouting:</p>
<p>"Court–of–Political–Justice–Confederate–Continent–of–New–Texas–is–herewith–adjourned–reconvene–0900–tomorrow.
<i>Hit the floor!</i>"</p>
<p>"Damn! He means it!" Switchblade Joe Bonney exclaimed.</p>
<p>Then they all reached for their guns. They were still reaching when I
pressed the studs and the Krupp-Tattas popped up into my hands, and I
swung up my right-hand gun and shot Jack-High through the head. After
that, I just let my subconscious take over. I saw gun flames jump out at
me from the Bonneys' weapons, and I felt my own pistols leap and writhe
in my hands, but I don't believe I was aware of hearing the shots, not
even from my own weapons. The whole thing probably lasted five seconds,
but it seemed like twenty minutes to me. Then there was nobody shooting
at me, and nobody for me to shoot at; the big room was silent, and I was
aware that Judge Nelson and his eight associates were rising cautiously
from behind the bench.</p>
<p>I holstered my left-hand gun, removed and replaced the magazine of the
right-hand gun, then holstered it and reloaded the other one. Hoddy
Ringo and Francisco Parros and Commander Stonehenge were on their feet,
their pistols drawn, covering the spectators' seats. Colonel Hickock had
also drawn a pistol and he was covering Sidney with it, occasionally
moving the muzzle to the left to include the z'Srauff Ambassador and his
two attachés.</p>
<p>By this time, Nelson and the other eight judges were in their seats,
trying to look calm and judicial.</p>
<p>"Your Honor," I said, "I fully realize that no judge likes to have his
court turned into a shooting gallery. I can assure you, however, that my
action here was not the result of any lack of respect for this court. It
was pure necessity. Your Honor can see that: my government could not
permit this crime against its Ambassador to pass unpunished."</p>
<p>Judge Nelson nodded solemnly. "Court was adjourned when this little
incident happened, Mr. Silk," he said.</p>
<p>He leaned forward and looked to where the three Bonney brothers were
making a mess of blood on the floor. "I trust that nobody will construe
my unofficial and personal comments here as establishing any legal
precedent, and I wouldn't like to see this sort of thing become
customary ... but ... you did that all by yourself, with those little
beanshooters?... Not bad, not bad at all, Mr. Silk."</p>
<p>I thanked him, then turned to the z'Srauff Ambassador. I didn't bother
putting my remarks into Basic. He understood, as well as I did, what I
was saying.</p>
<p>"Look, Fido," I told him, "my government is quite well aware of the
source from which the orders for the murder of my predecessor came.
These men I just killed were only the tools.</p>
<p>"We're going to get the brains behind them, if we have to send every
warship we own into the z'Srauff star-cluster and devastate every planet
in it. We don't let dogs snap at us. And when they do, we don't kick
them, we shoot them!"</p>
<p>That, of course, was not exactly striped-pants diplomatic language. I
wondered, for a moment, what Norman Gazarian, the protocol man, would
think if he heard an Ambassador calling another Ambassador Fido.</p>
<p>But it seemed to be the kind of language that Mr. Vuvuvu understood. He
skinned back his upper lip at me and began snarling and growling. Then
he turned on his hind paws and padded angrily down the aisle away from
the front of the courtroom.</p>
<p>The spectators around him and above him began barking, baying, yelping
at him: "Tie a can to his tail!" "Git for home, Bruno!"</p>
<p>Then somebody yelled, "Hey, look! Even his wrist watch is blushing!"</p>
<p>That was perfectly true. Mr. Gglafrr Ddespttann Vuvuvu's watch-face,
normally white, was now glowing a bright ruby-red.</p>
<p>I looked at Stonehenge and found him looking at me. It would be full
dark in four or five hours; there ought to be something spectacular to
see in the cloudless skies of Capella IV tonight.</p>
<p>Fleet Admiral Sir Rodney Tregaskis would see to that.</p>
<p class="center"><i>
FROM REPORT<br/>
OF SPACE-COMMANDER STONEHENGE<br/>
TO SECRETARY OF AGGRESSION, KLÜNG:</i></p>
<p><i> ... so the measures considered by yourself
and Secretary of State Ghopal Singh and Security
Coördinator Natalenko, as transmitted to me by
Mr. Hoddy Ringo, were not, I am glad to say,
needed. Ambassador Silk, alive, handled the
thing much better than Ambassador Silk, dead,
could possibly have.
<br/><br/>
... to confirm Sir Rodney Tregaskis' report
from the tales of the few survivors, the z'Srauff
attack came as the Ambassador had expected.
They dropped out of hyperspace about seventy
light-minutes outside the Capella system, apparently
in complete ignorance of the presence of
our fleet.
<br/><br/>
... have learned the entire fleet consisted of
about three hundred spaceships and reports
reaching here indicate that no more than twenty
got back to z'Srauff Cluster.
<br/><br/>
... naturally, the whole affair has had a profound
influence, an influence to the benefit of the
Solar League, on all shades of public opinion.
<br/><br/>
... as you properly assumed, Mr. Hoddy
Ringo is no longer with us. When it became apparent
that the Palme-Silk Annexation Treaty
would be ratified here, Mr. Ringo immediately
saw that his status of diplomatic immunity would
automatically terminate. Accordingly, he left this
system, embarking from New Austin for Alderbaran
IX, mentioning, as he shook hands with me,
something about a widow. By a curious coincidence,
the richest branch bank in the city was
held up by a lone bandit about half an hour before
he boarded the space-ship....</i></p>
<hr style="width: 50%;"/>
<p class="center">
<i>FINAL MESSAGE<br/>
OF THE LAST SOLAR AMBASSADOR TO NEW<br/>
TEXAS</i><br/>
STEPHEN SILK</p>
<p><i>Copies of the Treaty of Annexation, duly ratified by the New Texas
Legislature, herewith.</i></p>
<p><i>Please note that the guarantees of non-intervention in local
political institutions are the very minimum which are acceptable
to the people of New Texas. They are especially adamant that there
will be no change in their peculiar methods of insuring that their
elected and appointed public officials shall be responsible to the
electorate.</i></p>
<p class="center"><i>DEPARTMENT ADDENDUM</i></p>
<p><i>After the ratification of the Palme-Silk treaty, Mr. Silk remained
on New Texas, married the daughter of a local rancher there (see
file on First Ambassador, Colonel Andrew Jackson Hickock) and is
still active in politics on that planet, often in opposition to
Solar League policies, which he seems to anticipate with an almost
uncanny prescience.</i></p>
<p>Natalenko re-read the addendum, pursed his thick lips and sighed. There
were so many ways he could be using Mr. Stephen Silk....</p>
<p>For example—he looked at the tri-di star-map, both usefully and
beautifully decorating his walls—over there, where Hoddy Ringo had
gone, near Alderbaran IX.</p>
<p>Those were twin planets, one apparently settled by the equivalent
descendants of the Edwards and the other inhabited by the children of a
Jukes-Kallikak union. Even the Solar League Ambassadors there had taken
the viewpoints of the planets to whom they were accredited, instead of
the all-embracing view which their training should have given them....</p>
<p>Curious problem ... and, how would Stephen Silk have handled it?</p>
<p>The Security Coördinator scrawled a note comprehensible only to
himself....</p>
<h4>THE END</h4>
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