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The fact that the sapience of these Fuzzies is still sub judice includes the presumption of its possibility. Now you know perfectly well that the courts may take no action in the face of the possibility that some innocent person may suffer wrong." "And, your Honor," Brannhard leaped into the breach, "it cannot be denied that these Fuzzies have suffered a most outrageous wrong!
Any time any of these suggestions was based on ideas originating with Dr. Mallin, I was careful to give him full credit." Mallin looked singularly unappreciative. Brannhard got up. "Before this witness is excused, I'd like to ask if she knows anything about four other Fuzzies, the ones found by Jack Holloway up Ferny Creek on Friday." "Why, yes; they're my Fuzzies, and I was worried about them.
Now and then there would be a stabbing flicker of bright red as he toyed mentally with some deliberate misstatement of fact. "You know, yourself, that the Fuzzies didn't hurt that girl," Brannhard told him. "I don't know anything of the kind," the police chief retorted. "All I know's what was reported to me." That had started out a bright red; gradually it faded into purple.
He is here participating as amicus curiae, and I have given him the right to question witnesses and to delegate that right to any of his officers he may deem proper. Mr. Coombes and Mr. Brannhard may also delegate that right as they see fit." Coombes was on his feet at once.
Coombes said, "Heads," and Brannhard uncovered it, bowed slightly and stepped back. "Now, Lieutenant Lunt," Coombes began, "when you arrived at the temporary camp across the run from Holloway's camp, what did you find there?" "Two dead people," Lunt said. "A Terran human, who had been shot three times through the chest, and a Fuzzy, who had been kicked or trampled to death." "Your Honors!"
He'd disliked the man from the first, but he looked different now sort of cleaned and washed out inside. Maybe everybody ought to be veridicated, now and then, to teach them that honesty begins with honesty to self. "Mr. Coombes?" Mr. Coombes looked as though he never wanted to ask another witness another question as long as he lived. "Mr. Brannhard?"
"Yes, as Commissioner of Conservation, or something I'm qualified for." "As Governor General. Your job will be to make policy. You can appoint the administrators." "Well, who, for instance?" "Well, you're going to need an Attorney General right away. Who will you appoint for that position?" "Gus Brannhard," Rainsford said instantly. "Good.
From Beta, Constabulary Fifteen, Lieutenant George Lunt. Jack Holloway so old Jack had cut another notch on his gun Cold Creek Valley, Federation citizen, race Terran human; willful killing of a sapient being, to wit Kurt Borch, Mallorysport, Federation citizen, race Terran human. Complainant, Leonard Kellogg, the same. Attorney of record for the defendant, Gustavus Adolphus Brannhard.
"Don't worry, Gerd," Gus Brannhard told him. "Leslie Coombes will bring a nice shiny new definition into court. We'll just use that." They walked together, Frederic and Claudette Pendarvis, down through the roof garden toward the landing stage, and, as she always did, Claudette stopped and cut a flower and fastened it in his lapel. "Will the Fuzzies be in court?" she asked.
Then the reward was cancelled, the airborne floodlights went off and the whole thing broke up. Gus Brannhard came in shortly afterward, starting to undress as soon as he heeled the door shut after him. When he had his jacket and neckcloth off, he dropped into a chair, filled a water tumbler with whisky, gulped half of it and then began pulling off his boots.
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