"And--this arises as a natural consequence--you can"t give a man with five hundred employees and a force of tanks and aircraft the right to resist the government, then at the same time deny that right to a man who has only his own pistol or machete."

"I notice the President and the other officials have themselves surrounded by guards to protect them from individual attack," I said.

"Why doesn"t the government, as such, protect itself with an army and air force large enough to resist any possible coalition of the big ranchers?"

"_Because we won"t let the government get that strong!_" the Colonel said forcefully. "That"s one of the basic premises. We have no standing army, only the New Texas Rangers. And the legislature won"t authorize any standing army, or appropriate funds to support one. Any member of the legislature who tried it would get what Austin Maverick got, a couple of weeks ago, or what Sam Saltkin got, eight years ago, when he proposed a law for the compulsory registration and licensing of firearms. The opposition to that tax scheme of Maverick"s wasn"t because of what it would cost the public in taxes, but from fear of what the government could do with the money after they got it.

"Keep a government poor and weak and it"s your servant; let it get rich and powerful and it"s your master. We don"t want any masters here on New Texas."

"But the President has a bodyguard," I noted.

"Casualty rate was too high," Hick.o.c.k explained. "Remember, the President"s job is inherently impossible: he has to represent _all_ the people."

I thought that over, could see the illogical logic, but ... "How about your rancher oligarchy?"

He laughed. "Son, if I started acting like a master around this ranch in the morning, they"d find my body in an irrigation ditch before sunset.

"Sure, if you have a real army, you can keep the men under your thumb--use one regiment or one division to put down mutiny in another.

But when you have only five hundred men, all of whom know everybody else and all of them armed, you just act real considerate of them if you want to keep on living."

"Then would you say that the opposition to annexation comes from the people who are afraid that if New Texas enters the Solar League, there will be League troops sent here and this ... this interesting system of insuring government responsibility to the public would be brought to an end?"

"Yes. If you can show the people of this planet that the League won"t interfere with local political practices, you"ll have a 99.95 percent majority in favor of annexation. We"re too close to the z"Srauff star-cl.u.s.ter, out here, not to see the benefits of joining the Solar League."

We left the Hick.o.c.k ranch on Sunday afternoon and while Hoddy guided our air-car back to New Austin, I had a little time to revise some of my ideas about New Texas. That is, I had time to think during those few moments when Hoddy wasn"t taking advantage of our diplomatic immunity to invent new air-ground traffic laws.

My thoughts alternated between the pleasure of remembering Gail"s gay company and the gloom of understanding the complete implications of the Colonel"s clarifying lectures. Against the background of his remarks, I could find myself appreciating the Ghopal-Klung-Natalenko reasoning: the only way to cut the Gordian knot was to have another Solar League Amba.s.sador killed.

And, whenever I could escape thinking about the fact that the next Amba.s.sador to be the clay pigeon was me, I found myself wondering if I wanted the League to take over. Annexation, yes; New Texas customs would be protected under a treaty of annexation. But the "justified conquest"

urged by Machiavelli, Jr.? No.

I was still struggling with the problem when we reached the Emba.s.sy about 1700. Everyone was there, including Stonehenge, who had returned two hours earlier with the good news that the fleet had moved into position only sixty light-minutes off Capella IV. I had reached the point in my thinking where I had decided it was useless to keep Hoddy and Stonehenge apart except as an exercise in mental agility. Inasmuch as my brain was already weight-lifting, swinging from a flying trapeze to elusive flying rings while doing triple somersaults and at the same time juggling seven Indian clubs, I skipped the whole matter.

But I"m fairly certain that it wasn"t till then that Hoddy had a chance to deliver his letter-of-credence to Stonehenge.

After dinner, we gathered in my office for our coffee and a final conference before the opening of the trial the next morning.

Stonehenge spoke first, looking around the table at everyone except me.

"No matter what happens, we have the fleet within call. Sir Rodney"s been active picking up those z"Srauff meteor-mining boats. They no longer have a tight screen around the system. We do. I don"t think that anyone, except us, knows that the fleet"s where it is."

_No matter what happens_, I thought glumly, and the phrase explained why he hadn"t been able to look at me.

"Well, boss, I gave you my end of it, comin" in," Hoddy said. "Want me to go over it again? All right. In Bonneyville, we found half a dozen people who can swear that Kettle-Belly Sam Bonney was making preparations to protect those three brothers an hour before Amba.s.sador c.u.mshaw was shot. The whole town"s sorer than h.e.l.l at Kettle-Belly for antagonizing the Hick.o.c.k outfit and getting the place shot up the way it was. And we have witnesses that Kettle-Belly was in some kind of deal with the z"Srauff, too. The Rangers gathered up eight of them, who can swear to the preparations and to the fact that Kettle-Belly had z"Srauff visitors on different occasions before the shooting."

"That"s what we want," Stonehenge said. "Something that"ll connect this murder with the z"Srauff."

"Well, wait till you hear what I"ve got," Parros told him. "In the first place, we traced the gun and the air-car. The Bonney brothers bought them both from z"Srauff merchants, for ridiculously nominal prices. The merchant who sold the aircar is normally in the dry-goods business, and the one who sold the auto-rifle runs a toy shop. In their whole lives, those three boys never had enough money among them to pay the list price of the gun, let alone the car. That is, not until a week before the murder."

"They got prosperous, all of a sudden?" I asked.

"Yes. Two weeks before the shooting, Kettle-Belly Sam"s bank account got a sudden transfusion: some anonymous benefactor deposited 250,000 pesos--about a hundred thousand dollars--to his credit. He drew out 75,000 of it and some of the money turned up again in the hands of Switchblade and Jack-High and Turkey-Buzzard. Then, a week before you landed here, he got another hundred thousand from the same anonymous source and he drew out twenty thousand of that. We think that was the money that went to pay for the attempted knife-job on Hutchinson. Two days before the barbecue, the waiter deposited a thousand at the New Austin Packers" and Shippers" Trust."

"Can you get that introduced as evidence at the trial?" I asked.

"Sure. Kettle-Belly banks at a town called Crooked Creek, about forty miles from Bonneyville. We have witnesses from the bank.

"I also got the dope on the line the Bonney brothers are going to take at the trial. They have a lawyer, Clement A. Sidney, a member of what pa.s.ses for the Socialist Party on this planet. The defense will take the line of full denial of everything. The Bonneys are just three poor but honest boys who are being framed by the corrupt tools of the Big Ranching Interests."

Hoddy made an impolite noise. "Whatta we got to worry about, then?" he demanded. "They"re a cinch for conviction."

"I agree with that," Stonehenge said. "If they tried to base their defense on political conviction and opposition by the Solar League, they might have a chance. This way, they haven"t."

"All right, gentlemen," I said, "I take it that we"re agreed that we must all follow a single line of policy and not work at cross-purposes to each other?"

They all agreed to that instantly, but with a questioning note in their voices.

"Well, then, I trust you all realize that we cannot, under any circ.u.mstances, allow those three brothers to be convicted in this court," I added.

There was a moment of startled silence, while Hoddy and Stonehenge and Parros and Thrombley were understanding what they had just heard. Then Stonehenge cleared his throat and said:

"Mr. Amba.s.sador! I"m sure that you have some excellent reasons for that remarkable statement, but I must say--"

"It was a really colossal error on somebody"s part," I said, "that this case was allowed to get into the Court of Political Justice. It never should have. And if we take a part in the prosecution, or allow those men to be convicted, we will establish a precedent to support the principle that a foreign Amba.s.sador is, on this planet, defined as a practicing local politician.

"I will invite you to digest that for a moment."

A moment was all they needed. Thrombley was horrified and dithered incoherently. Stonehenge frowned and fidgeted with some papers in front of him. I could see several thoughts gathering behind his eyes, including, I was sure, a new view of his instructions from Klung.

Even Hoddy got at least part of it. "Why, that means that anybody can b.u.mp off any diplomat he doesn"t like...." he began.

"That is only part of it, Mr. Ringo," Thrombley told him. "It also means that a diplomat, instead of being regarded as the representative of his own government, becomes, in effect, a functionary of the government of New Texas. Why, all sorts of complications could arise...."

"It certainly would impair, shall we say, the principle of extraterritoriality of Emba.s.sies," Stonehenge picked it up. "And it would practically destroy the principle of diplomatic immunity."

"Migawd!" Hoddy looked around nervously, as though he could already hear an army of New Texas Rangers, each with a warrant for Hoddy Ringo, battering at the gates.

"We"ll have to do something!" Gomez, the Secretary of the Emba.s.sy, said.

"I don"t know what," Stonehenge said. "The obvious solution would be, of course, to bring charges against those Bonney Boys on simple first-degree murder, which would be tried in an ordinary criminal court.

But it"s too late for that now. We wouldn"t have time to prevent their being arraigned in this Political Justice court, and once a defendant is brought into court, on this planet, he cannot be brought into court again for the same act. Not the same _crime_, the same _act_."

I had been thinking about this and I was ready. "Look, we must bring those Bonney brothers to trial. It"s the only effective way of demonstrating to the public the simple fact that Amba.s.sador c.u.mshaw was murdered at the instigation of the z"Srauff. We dare not allow them to be convicted in the Court of Political Justice, for the reasons already stated. And to maintain the prestige of the Solar League, we dare not allow them to go unpunished."

"We can have it one way," Parros said, "and maybe we can have it two ways. But I"m d.a.m.ned if I can see how we can have it all three ways."

I wasn"t surprised that he didn"t see it; he hadn"t had the same urgency goading him which had forced me to find the answer. It wasn"t an answer that I liked, but I was in the position where I had no choice.

"Well, here"s what we have to do, gentlemen," I began, and from the respectful way they regarded me, from the attention they were giving my words, I got a sudden thrill of pride. For the first time since my scrambled arrival, I was really _Amba.s.sador_ Stephen Silk.