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"I don't know anything of the kind!" Dumont almost yelled. The screen blazed red. "All I know's what they told me; nobody said anything else." Red and blue, juggling in a typical quibbling pattern. "As far as I know, it was the Fuzzies done it." "Now, Piet," Fane told him patiently. "You've used this same veridicator here often enough to know you can't get away with lying on it.
Max is in the psychology lab, putting the Company cops who were on duty last night under veridication. They all claim, and the veridicator backs them up, that it was impossible for the Fuzzies to get out of the building." "They don't know what's impossible, for a Fuzzy." "That's what I told him. He didn't give me any argument, either. He's pretty impressed with how they got out of those cages."
"By God, I wish I had an excuse to question him with a veridicator!" Kellogg didn't want the Fuzzies to be sapient beings. If they weren't they'd be ... fur-bearing animals. Jack thought of some overfed society dowager on Terra or Baldur, wearing the skins of Little Fuzzy and Mamma Fuzzy and Mike and Mitzi and Ko-Ko and Cinderella and Goldilocks wrapped around her adipose carcass.
Everybody at the tables could face the judges, and also see everybody else by looking into the big screen. A witness on the chair could also see the veridicator in the same way. Gus Brannhard looked around, when he entered with Jack, and swore softly. "No wonder they gave us two hours for lunch. I wonder what the idea is." Then he gave a short laugh. "Look at Coombes; he doesn't like it a bit."
"Does anybody want to ask the witness any questions?" the Chief Justice was asking. "I don't," Captain Greibenfeld said. "Do you, Lieutenant?" "No, I don't think so," Lieutenant Ybarra said. "Dr. Mallin's given us a very lucid statement of his opinions." He had, at that, after he'd decided he couldn't beat the veridicator. Jack found himself sympathizing with Mallin.
She didn't dare go to her office; the veridicator was in the lab across the hall, and that's where he was working. And she didn't dare Yes, she could do that, by screen. She went into an office down the hall; a dozen people recognized her at once and began bombarding her with questions about the Fuzzies. She brushed them off and went to a screen, punching a combination.
He wondered briefly how a polyencephalographic veridicator would react to some of those statements; might be a good idea if Max Fane found out. "I'll stay here," Gus Brannhard was saying, "and see if I can get some more truth out of these people." "Why don't you screen the hotel and tell Gerd and Ben what's happened?" he asked. "Gerd used to work here; maybe he could help us hunt." "Good idea.
He wasn't bothering with vocal tricks any more. "Are you going to tell me the truth, or am I going to run you in and put a veridicator on you? Where are those Fuzzies?" "But I don't know!" Mallin wailed. "Juan, you tell him; you took charge of them. I haven't seen them since they were brought here." Jack managed to fight down the fright that was clutching at him and got control of his voice.
They didn't need to. As soon as the veridicator was on, he looked up at the big screen behind the three judges; the globe above his head was a glaring red. There was a titter of laughter. Nobody in the Courtroom knew better than he what was happening.
"You know what this is, don't you?" one of them was saying. "This is a veridicator. That globe'll light blue; the moment you try to lie to us, it'll turn red. And the moment it turns red, I'm going to hammer your teeth down your throat with the butt of this pistol." "Have you found anything out about the King, yet?" Bentrik asked him. He turned. "No.
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