Then Goodham brought Kettle-Belly Sam Bonney to the stand.

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.

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 a.s.sa.s.sination and were in fear of their lives.

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 Hick.o.c.k goon-gang. Finally, after extracting the last drop of cla.s.s-hatred venom out of him, Sidney turned him over to me.

"How many men were inside the jail when the three defendants came claiming sanctuary?" I asked.

He couldn't rightly say, maybe four or five.

"Closer twenty-five, according to the Rangers. How many of them were prisoners in the jail?"

"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."

"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 Hick.o.c.k's ranch hands would be right on their heels, didn't you?" I demanded.

It took a good five minutes before Sidney stopped shouting long enough for Judge Nelson to sustain the objection.

"You knew these young men all their lives, I take it. What did you know about their financial circ.u.mstances, for instance?"

"Well, they've been ground down an' kept poor by the big ranchers an'

the money-guys...."

"Then weren't you surprised to see them driving such an expensive aircar?"

"I don't know as it's such an expensive--" he shut his mouth suddenly.

"You know where they got the money to buy that car?" I pressed.

Kettle-Belly Sam didn't answer.

"From the man who paid them to murder Amba.s.sador Silas c.u.mshaw?" 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?"

"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!"

"You can't degrade a Bonney!" a voice from the balcony put in.

"So then," I replied to the voice, "what he means is, incriminate." I turned to the witness. "That will be all. Excused."

As Bonney left the stand and was led out the side door, Goodham addressed the bench.

"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 c.u.mshaw of his life. We will now undertake to prove...."

Followed a long succession of witnesses, each testifying to some public or private act of philanthropy, some n.o.ble 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.

I entertained Gail and her father at the Emba.s.sy, 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 c.u.mshaw!" and "Annexation Now!" Some of it was entirely spontaneous, too. The Hick.o.c.ks, 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 Emba.s.sy patio, but....

CHAPTER X

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 c.u.mshaw.

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, s.l.u.ts and slatterns into court as character witnesses for anybody.

The latter, on the other hand, we went after unmercifully, revealing, under their enmity for c.u.mshaw, 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.

I rose and addressed the court:

"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."

Sidney, who had begun shouting objections as soon as I had gotten to my feet, finally managed to get himself recognized by the court.

"This Solar League Amba.s.sador, 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...."

"You may rea.s.sure yourself, Mr. Sidney," Judge Nelson said. "This court will not allow itself to be improperly used, or improperly swayed, by the Amba.s.sador of the Solar League. This court is interested only in determining the facts regarding the case before it. You may call your witnesses, Mr. Amba.s.sador." He glanced at his watch. "Court will now recess for an hour and a half; can you have them here by 1330?"

I a.s.sured him I could after glancing across the room at Ranger Captain Nelson and catching his nod.

My first witness, that afternoon was Thrombley. After the formalities of getting his name and connection with the Solar League Emba.s.sy on the record, I asked him, "Mr. Thrombley, did you, on the morning of April 22, receive a call from the Hick.o.c.k ranch for Mr. c.u.mshaw?"

"Yes, indeed, Mr. Amba.s.sador. The call was from Mr. Longfellow, Colonel Hick.o.c.k's butler. He asked if Mr. c.u.mshaw were available. It happened that Mr. c.u.mshaw was in the same room with me, and he came directly to the screen. Then Colonel Hick.o.c.k appeared in the screen, and inquired if Mr. c.u.mshaw could come out to the ranch for the day; he said something about superdove shooting."

"You heard Mr. c.u.mshaw tell Colonel Hick.o.c.k that he would be out at the ranch at about 1030?" Thrombley said he had. "And, to your knowledge, did anybody else at the Emba.s.sy hear that?"

"Oh, no, sir; we were in the Amba.s.sador's private office, and the screen there is tap-proof."

"And what other calls did you receive, prior to Mr. c.u.mshaw's death?"

"About fifteen minutes after Mr. c.u.mshaw had left, the z'Srauff Amba.s.sador called, about a personal matter. As he was most anxious to contact Mr. c.u.mshaw, I told him where he had gone."

"Then, to your knowledge, outside of yourself, Colonel Hick.o.c.k, and his butler, the z'Srauff Amba.s.sador was the only person who could have known that Mr. c.u.mshaw's car would be landing on Colonel Hick.o.c.k's drive at or about 1030. Is that correct?"

"Yes, plus anybody whom the z'Srauff Amba.s.sador might have told."

"Exactly!" I pounced. Then I turned and gave the three Bonney brothers a sweeping glance. "Plus anybody the z'Srauff Amba.s.sador might have told.... That's all. Your witness, Mr. Sidney."

Sidney got up, started toward the witness stand, and then thought better of it.

"No questions," he said.

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.