Judge Dooley was a tall, black browed man who affected the ancient look with ebon robes over white linen. He was noted for decisions of classic penetration.
He sat now with his face held in rigid immobility to conceal his anger and disquiet. Why had they put him in this hot spot? Because he'd granted the Tax Watchers' injunction? No matter how he ruled now, the result likely would be uproar. Even President Bindley was watching this one through one of the hot-line projectors.
The President had called shortly before this session. It had been Phil and Ed all through the conversation, but the intent remained clear. The Administration was concerned about this case. Vital legislation pended; votes were needed. Neither the budget nor the Bureau of Sabotage had entered their conversation, but the President had made his point - don't compromise the Bureau but save that Tax Watcher support for the Administration!
'Clerk, the roster,' Judge Dooley said.
And he thought: They'll get judgment according to strict interpretation of the law! Let them argue with that!
The robo-clerk's reelslate buzzed. Words appeared on the repeater in front of the judge as the clerk's voice announced: 'The People versus Clifton Watt, Jorj X. McKie and the Bureau of Sabotage.'
Dooley looked down into the courtarena, noting the group seated at the black oblong table in the Defense ring on his left: a sour-faced Watt with his rainbow horror of Medusa head, McKie's fat features composed in the look of someone trying not to snicker at a sly joke - the two defendants flanking their attorney, Pander Oulson, the Bureau of Sabotage's chief counsel. Oulson was a great thug of a figure in defense white with glistening eyes under beetle brows and a face fashioned mostly of scars.
At the Prosecution table on the right sat Prosecutor Holjance Vohnbrook, a tall scarecrow of a man dressed in conviction red. Gray hair topped a stern face as grim and forbidding as a latter day Cotton Mather. Beside him sat a frightened appearing young aide and Panthor Bolin, the Pan-Spechi complainant, his multi-faceted eyes hidden beneath veined lids.
'Are we joined for trial?' Dooley asked.
Both Oulson and Vohnbrook arose, nodded.
'If the court pleases,' Vohnbrook rumbled, 'I would like to remind the Bureau of Sabotage personnel present that this court is exempt from their ministrations.'
'If the prosecutor trips over his own feet,' Oulson said, 'I assure him it will be his own clumsiness and no act of mine nor of my colleagues.'
Vohnbrook's face darkened with a rush of blood. 'It's well known how you ...'
A great drumming boomed through the courtarena as Dooley touched the handle of his sword of office. The sound drowned the prosecutor's words. When silence was restored, Dooley said: 'This court will tolerate no displays of personality. I wish that understood at the outset.'
Oulson smiled, a look like a grimace in his scarred face. 'I apologize, Your Honor,' he said.
Dooley sank back into his chair, noting the gleam in Oulson's eyes. It occurred to Dooley then that the defense attorney, sabotage-trained, could have brought on the prosecutor's attack to gain the court's sympathy.
'The charge is outlaw sabotage in violation of this court's injunction,' Dooley said. 'I understand that opening statements have been waived by both sides, the public having been admitted to causae in this matter by appropriate postings?'
'So recorded,' intoned the robo-clerk.
Oulson leaned forward against the defense table, said: 'Your Honor, defendant Jorj X. McKie has not accepted me as counsel and wishes to argue for separate trial. I am here now representing only the Bureau and Clinton Watt.'
'Who is appearing for defendant McKie?' the judge asked.
McKie, feeling like a man leaping over a precipice, got to his feet, said: 'I wish to represent myself, Your Honor.'
'You should be cautioned against this course,' Dooley said.
'Set Oulson has advised me I have a fool for a client,' McKie said. 'But in common with most Bureau agents, I have legal training. I've been admitted to the System Bar and have practiced under such codes as the Gowachin where the double-negative innocence requirement must be satisfied before bringing criminal accusation against the prosecutor and proceeding backward the premise that ...'
'This is not Gowachin,' Judge Dooley said.
'May I remind the Court,' Vohnbrook said, 'that defendant McKie is a saboteur extraordinary. This goes beyond questions of champerty. Every utterance this man ...'
'The law's the same for official saboteurs as it is for others in respect to the issue at hand,' Oulson said.
'Gentlemen!' the judge said. 'If you please? I will decide law in this court.' He waited through a long moment of silence. 'The behavior of all parties in this matter is receiving my most careful attention.'
McKie forced himself to radiate calm good humor.
Watt, whose profound knowledge of the saboteur extraordinary made this pose a danger signal, tugged violently at the sleeve of defense attorney Oulson. Oulson waved him away. Watt glowered at McKie.
'If the court permits,' McKie said, 'a joint defense on the present charge would appear to violate ...'
'The court is well aware that this case was bound over on the basis of deposa summation through a ruling by a robo-legum,' Dooley said. 'I warn both defense and prosecution, however, that I make my own decisions in such matters. Law and robo-legum are both human constructions and require human interpretation. And I will add that, as far as I'm concerned, in all conflicts between human agencies and machine agencies the human agencies are paramount.'
'Is this a hearing or a trial?' McKie asked.
'We will proceed as in trial, subject to the evidence as presented.'
McKie rested his palms on the edge of the defense table, studying the judge. The saboteur felt a surge of misgiving. Dooley was a no-nonsense customer. He had left himself a wide avenue within the indictment. And this was a case that went far beyond immediate danger to the Bureau of Sabotage. Far-reaching precedents could be set here this day - or disaster could strike. Ignoring instincts of self preservation, McKie wondered if he dared try sabotage within the confines of the court.
'The robo-legum indictment requires joint defense,' McKie said. 'I admit sabotage against Ser Clinton Watt, but remind the court of Paragraph Four, section ninety-one, of the Semantic Revision to the Constitution, wherein the Secretary of Sabotage is exempted from all immunities. I move to quash the indictment as it regards myself. I was at the time a legal officer of the Bureau required by my duties to test the abilities of my superior.'
Vohnbrook scowled at McKie.
'Mmmm,' Dooley said. He saw that the prosecutor had detected where McKie's logic must lead. If McKie were legally dismissed from the Bureau at the time of his conversation with the Pan-Spechi, the prosecution's case might fall through.
'Does the prosecutor wish to seek a conspiracy indictment?' Dooley asked.
For the first time since entering the courtarena, defense attorney Oulson appeared agitated. He bent his scarred features close to Watt's gorgon head, conferred in whispers with the defendant. Oulson's face grew darker and darker as he whispered. Watt's gorgon tendrils writhed in agitation.
'We don't seek a conspiracy indictment at this time,' Vohnbrook said. 'However, we would be willing to separate ...'
'Your Honor!' Oulson said, surging to his feet. 'Defense must protest separation of indictments at this time. It's our contention that …'
'Court cautions both counsel in this matter that this is not a Gowachin jurisdiction,' Dooley said in an angry voice. 'We don't have to convict the defender and exonerate the prosecutor before trying a case. However, if either of you would wish a change of venue ...'
Vohnbrook, a smug expression on his lean face, bowed to the judge. 'Your Honor,' he said, 'we wish at this time to request removal of defendant McKie from the indictment and ask that he be held as a prosecution witness.'
'Objection!' Oulson shouted. 'Prosecution well knows it cannot hold a key witness under trumped up ...'
'Exception!'
'Noted.'
Dooley waited as Oulson sank into his chair. This is a day to remember, the judge thought. Sabotage itself outfoxed! Then he noted the glint of sly humor in the eyes of saboteur extraordinary McKie, realizing with an abrupt sense of caution that McKie too had manoeuvered for this position.
'Prosecution may call its first witness,' the judge said, and he punched a code signal that sent a robo-aide to escort McKie away from the defense table and into a holding box.
A look of almost pleasure came over prosecutor Vohnbrook's cadaverous face. He rubbed one of his downdrooping eyelids, said: 'Call Panthor Bolin.'
The Achusian capitalist got to his feet, strode to the witness ring. The robo-clerk's screen flashed for the record: 'Panthor Bolin of Achus IV, certified witness in this System High Court.'
'The oath of sincerity having been administered, Panther Bolin is prepared for testifying,' the robo-clerk reelslated.
'Panthor Bolin, are you chief officer of the civil organization known as the Tax Watchers?' Vohnbrook asked.
'I ... ah ... y-yes' Bolin faltered. He passed a large blue handkerchief across his forehead, staring sharply at McKie.
He just now realizes what it is I must do, McKie thought.
'I show you this recording from the robo-legum indictment proceedings,' Vohnbrook said. 'It is certified by System police as being a conversation between yourself and Jorj X. McKie in which ...'
'Your Honor!' Oulson objected. 'Both witnesses to this alleged conversation are present in this courtarena. There are more direct ways to bring out any pertinent information from this matter. Further, since the clear threat of a conspiracy charge remains in this case, I object to introducing this recording as forcing a man to testify against himself.'
'Ser McKie is no longer on trial here and Ser Oulson is not McKie's attorney of record,' Vohnbrook gloated.
'The objection does, however, have some merit,' Dooley said. He looked at McKie seated in the holding box.
'There's nothing shameful about that conversation with Ser Bolin,' McKie said. 'I've no objection to introducing this record of the conversation.'
Bolin rose up on his toes, made as though to speak, sank back.
Now he is certain, McKie thought.
'Then I will admit this record subject to judicial deletions,' Dooley said.
Clinton Watt, seated at the defense table, buried his gorgon head in his arms.
Vohnbrook, a death's-head grin on his long face, said: 'Ser Bolin, I show you this recording. Now, in this conversation, was Sabotage Agent McKie subjected to any form of coercion?'
'Objection!' Oulson roared, surging to his feet. His scarred face was a scowling mask. 'At the time of this alleged recording, Ser McKie was not an agent of the Bureau!' He looked at Vohnbrook. 'Defense objects to the prosecutor's obvious effort to link Ser McKie with ...'
'Alleged conversation!' Vohnbrook snarled. 'Ser McKie himself admits the exchange!'
In a weary voice, Dooley said: 'Objection sustained. Unless tangible evidence of conspiracy is introduced here, references to Ser McKie as an agent of Sabotage will not be admitted here.'
'But, Your Honor,' Vohnbrook protested, 'Ser McKie's own actions preclude any other interpretation!'
'I've ruled on this point,' Dooley said 'Proceed.'
McKie got to his feet in the holding box, said: 'Would Your Honor permit me to act as a friend of the Court here?'
Dooley leaned back, hand on chin, turning the question over in his mind. A general feeling of uneasiness about the case was increasing in him and he couldn't pinpoint it. McKie's every action appeared suspect. Dooley reminded himself that the saboteur extraordinary was notorious for sly plots, for devious and convoluted schemes of the wildest and most improbable inversions - like onion layers in a five dimensional klein-shape. The man's success in practicing under the Gowachin legal code could be understood.
'You may explain what you have in mind,' Dooley said, 'but I'm not yet ready to admit your statements into the record.'
'The Bureau of Sabotage's own Code would clarify matters,' McKie said, realizing that these words burned his bridges behind him. 'My action in successfully sabotaging acting Secretary Watt is a matter of record.'
McKie pointed to the gorgon mass visible as Watt lifted his head and glared across the room.
'Acting Secretary?' the judge asked.
'So it must be presumed,' McKie said. 'Under the Bureau's Code, once the Secretary is sabotaged he ...'
'Your Honor!' Oulson shouted. 'We are in danger of breach of security here! I understand these proceedings are being broadcast!'
'As Director-in-Limbo of the Bureau of Sabotage, I will decide what is a breach of security and what isn't!' McKie snapped.
Watt returned his head to his arms, groaned.
Oulson sputtered.
Dooley stared at McKie in shock.
Vohnbrook broke the spell. The prosecutor said: 'Your Honor, this man has not been sworn to sincerity. I suggest we excuse Ser Bolin for the time being and have Ser McKie continue his explanation under oath.'
Dooley took a deep breath, said: 'Does defense have any questions of Ser Bolin at this time?'
'Not at this time,' Oulson muttered. 'I presume he's subject to recall?'
'He is,' Dooley said, turning to McKie. 'Take the witness ring, Ser McKie.'
* * * *
Chapter IV
Bolin, moving like a sleepwalker, stepped out of the ring, returned to the prosecution table. The Pan-Spechi's multifaceted eyes reflected an odd glitter, moving with a trapped sense of evasiveness. McKie entered the ring, took the oath and faced Vohnbrook, composing his features in a look of purposeful decisiveness that he knew his actions must reflect.
'You called yourself Director-in-Limbo of the Bureau of Sabotage,' Vohnbrook said. 'Would you explain that, please?'
Before McKie could answer, Watt lifted his head from his arms, growled: 'You traitor, McKie!'
Dooley grabbed the pommel of his sword of justice to indicate an absolute position and barked: 'I will tolerate no outbursts in my courts!'
Oulson put a hand on Watt's shoulder. Both of them glared at McKie. The medusa tendrils of Watt's head writhed as they ranged through the rainbow spectrum.
'I caution the witness,' Dooley said, 'that his remarks would appear to admit a conspiracy. Anything he says now may be used against him.'
'No conspiracy, Your Honor,' McKie said. He faced Vohnbrook, but appeared to be addressing Watt. 'Over the centuries, the function of Sabotage in the government has grown more and more open, but certain aspects of changing the guard, so to speak, have been held as a highly placed secret. The rule is that if a man can protect himself from sabotage he's fit to boss Sabotage. Once sabotaged, however, the Bureau's Secretary must resign and submit his position to the President and the full Cabinet.'
'He's out?' Dooley asked.
'Not necessarily,' McKie said. 'If the act of sabotage against the Secretary is profound enough, subtle enough, carries enough far reaching effects, the Secretary is replaced by the successful saboteur. He is, indeed, out.'
'Then it's now up to the President and the Cabinet to decide between Ser Watt and yourself, is that what you're saying?' Dooley asked.
'Me?' McKie asked. 'No, I'm Director-in-Limbo because I accomplished a successful act of sabotage against Ser Watt and because I happen to be senior saboteur extraordinary on duty.'
'But it's alleged that you were fired,' Vohnbrook objected.
'A formality,' McKie said. 'It's customary to fire the saboteur who's successful in such an effort. This makes him eligible for appointment as Secretary if he so aspires. However, I have no such ambition at this time.'
Watt jerked upright, staring at McKie.
McKie ran a finger around his collar, realizing the physical peril he was about to face. A glance at the Pan-Spechi confirmed the feeling. Panthor Bolin was holding himself in chec
k by a visible effort.
'This is all very interesting,' Vohnbrook sneered, 'but how can it possibly have any bearing on the present action? The charge here is outlaw sabotage against the Tax Watchers represented by the person of Ser Panthor Bolin. If Ser McKie ...'
'If the distinguished Prosecutor will permit me,' McKie said, 'I believe I can set his fears at rest. It should be obvious to -'
'There's conspiracy here!' Vohnbrook shouted. 'What about the ...'
A loud pounding interrupted him as Judge Dooley lifted his sword, its theremin effect filling the room. When silence had been restored, the judge lowered his sword, replaced it firmly on the ledge in front of him.
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