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by delusions and hallucinations.
 Potts objected to one and all, for various reasons, without avail. The green light for admissibility lit up
on each and every occasion.
Late in the afternoon Badging said, "That's my case, Your Honor."
"Yes. Hm. A very thorough presentation, Mr. Badging." The judge peered at the clock at the back of
the courtroom. "It's six o'clock. Will you have any rebuttal, Mr. Potts?"
"I'd like to consult my client about that, Your Honor. I've had no opportunity-- "
"You had a whole hour at lunch to talk to your client, Mr. Potts."
The lawyer stifled a groan.
"But," said the judge, "This is a generous court. We are, above all, fair." The sardonic eyes glinted
down at the lawyer. "I'll give you the weekend. Court adjourned until ten o'clock Monday morning."
With a swish of his robe he swept from the dais.
"All rise..."
Potts felt a great relief. It could have been worse. At least now he had a couple of days. Weekends
are gifts to lawyers in mid-trial. A time for research, talking to the client, hunting witnesses, finding that
crucial bit of data or that milestone citation to spring on Monday. Forty-eight hours to recover from
Friday's trauma.
He closed his attach├й case carefully. "We have to talk," he told his client.
"Where are you staying?"
"At the Colonial, if they're still holding the room."
"Drive over behind me. I know where it is. There's a good restaurant across the street."
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3. DHORANS

She insisted on going up to the room with him. As they stepped inside, she held her finger up to her
lips. He looked at her in wonder. She walked over to him and whispered into his ear: "Bugged."
He nodded. Somehow it didn't surprise him. He fished around in his case, brought out a
micro-cassette player, and placed it on the night table.
They left quietly, down the back stairs to the street.
"What's on the tape?" she asked as they walked into the rear of the restaurant.
"Some high entertainment. It'll keep the goons glued to their earphones for a couple of hours."
"Standard equipment?"
"I never leave home without it. What's good to eat here, Sena?"
"I like the trout. They don't take them from the river anymore, of course. Probably flown in from Spain
or Alaska."
He ordered quickly. "We must talk. Forgive me if I'm blunt and tactless."
"Go ahead."
"How old are you?"
"You heard me tell the judge."
"I'd like to hear it from you."
She would not look at him. "Everyone thinks I'm crazy. Do you?"
"No." (Chalk up one lie, Potts. But what could he say?) "Are you?"
"Sometimes I think I am."
"What are your earliest memories?"
"Is that important?"
"I can appreciate your reluctance." He shrugged. "A young friend once asked me, 'Should I put on my
resum├й that I have seen a flying saucer?' I told him, 'Don't admit it-- to anyone-- ever!' But since then,
I've had second thoughts. Honesty has its points, too. Please answer, if you can."