Chapter 1

It was not mere impulsive action when Bron Hoddan started for the planet Walden by stowing away on a ship that had come to his native planet to hang all his relatives. He’d planned it long before. It was a long-cherished and carefully worked out scheme. He didn’t expect the hanging of his relatives, of course. He knew that they’d act grieved and innocent, and give proof that they were simple people leading blameless lives. They’d make their would-be executioners feel ashamed and apologetic for having thought evil of them, and as soon as the strangers left they’d return to their normal way of life, which was piracy. But while this was going on, Bron Hoddan stowed away on the menacing vessel. Presently he arrived at its home world. But his ambition was to reach Walden, so he set about getting there. It took a long time because he had to earn ship-passage from one solar system to another, but he held to his idea. Walden was the most civilized planet in that part of the galaxy. On Walden, Hoddan intended, in order (a) to achieve splendid things as an electronic engineer, (b) to grow satisfactorily rich, © to marry a delightful girl, and (d) end his life a great man. But he had to spend two years trying to arrange even the first.

On the night before the police broke in the door of his room, though, accomplishment seemed imminent. He went to bed and slept soundly. He was calmly sure that his ambitions were about to be realized. At practically any instant his brilliance would be discovered and he’d be well-to-do, his friend Derec would admire him, and even Nedda would probably decide to marry him right away. She was the delightful girl. Such prospects made for good sleeping.

And Walden was a fine world to be sleeping on. Outside the capital city its spaceport received shipments of luxuries and raw materials from halfway across the galaxy. Its landing grid reared skyward and tapped the planet’s ionosphere for power with which to hoist ships to clear space and pluck down others from emptiness. There was commerce and manufacture and wealth and culture, and Walden modestly admitted that its standard of living was the highest in the Nurmi Cluster. Its citizens had no reason to worry about anything but a supply of tranquilizers to enable them to stand the boredom of their lives.

Even Hoddan was satisfied, as of the moment. On his native planet there wasn’t even a landing grid. The few, battered, cobbled ships the inhabitants owned had to take off precariously on rockets. They came back blackened and sometimes more battered still, and sometimes they were accompanied by great hulls whose crews and passengers were mysteriously missing. These extra ships had to be landed on their emergency rockets, and, of course, couldn’t take off again, but they always vanished quickly just the same. And the people of Zan, on which Hoddan had been born, always affected innocent indignation when embattled other spacecraft came and furiously demanded that they be produced.

There were some people who said that all the inhabitants of Zan were space pirates and ought to be hung and compared with such a planet, Walden seemed a very fine place indeed. So on a certain night Bron Hoddan went confidently to bed and slept soundly until three hours after sunrise. Then the police broke in his door.

They made a tremendous crash in doing it, but they were in great haste. The noise waked Hoddan, and he blinked his eyes open. Before he could stir, four uniformed men grabbed him and dragged him out of bed. They searched him frantically for anything like a weapon. Then they stood him against a wall with two stun-pistols on him, and the main body of cops began to tear his room apart, looking for something he could not guess. Then his friend Derec came hesitantly in the door and looked at him remorsefully. He wrung his hands.

“I had to do it, Bron,” he said agitatedly. “I couldn’t help doing it!”

Hoddan blinked at him. He was dazed. Things didn’t become clearer when he saw that a cop had slit open his pillow and was sifting its contents through his fingers. Another cop was ripping the seams of his mattress to look inside. Somebody else was going carefully through a little pile of notes that Nedda had written, squinting at them as if he were afraid of seeing something he’d wish he hadn’t.

“What’s happened?” asked Hoddan blankly. “What’s this about?”

Derec said miserably:

“You killed someone, Bron. An innocent man! You didn’t mean to, but you did, and ... it’s terrible!”

“Me kill somebody? That’s ridiculous!” protested Hoddan.

“They found him outside the powerhouse,” said Derec bitterly. “Outside the Mid-Continent station that you--”

“Mid-Continent? Oh!” Hoddan was relieved. It was amazing how much he was relieved. He’d had an unbelieving fear for a moment that somebody might have found out he’d been born and raised on Zan--which would have ruined everything. It was almost impossible to imagine, but still it was a great relief to find out he was only suspected of a murder he hadn’t committed. And he was only suspected because his first great achievement as an electronic engineer had been discovered. “They found the thing at Mid-Continent, eh? But I didn’t kill anybody. And there’s no harm done. The thing’s been running two weeks, now. I was going to the Power Board in a couple of days.” He addressed the police. “I know what’s up, now,” he said. “Give me some clothes and let’s go get this straightened out.”

A cop waved a stun-pistol at him.

“One word out of line, and--pfft!“

“Don’t talk, Bron!” said Derec in panic. “Just keep quiet! It’s bad enough! Don’t make it worse!”

A cop handed Hoddan a garment. He put it on. He became aware that the cop was scared. So was Derec. Everybody in the room was scared except himself. Hoddan found himself incredulous. People didn’t act this way on super-civilized, highest-peak-of-culture Walden.

“Who’d I kill?” he demanded. “And why?”

“You wouldn’t know him, Bron,” said Derec mournfully. “You didn’t mean to do murder. But it’s only luck that you killed only him instead of everybody!”

“Everybody--” Hoddan stared.

“No more talk!” snapped the nearest cop. His teeth were chattering. “Keep quiet or else!”

Hoddan shut up. He watched--dressing the while as his clothing was inspected and then handed to him--while the cops completed the examination of his room. They were insanely thorough, though Hoddan hadn’t the least idea what they might be looking for. When they began to rip up the floor and pull down the walls, the other cops led him outside.

There was a fleet of police trucks in the shaded street outdoors. They piled him in one, and four cops climbed after him, keeping stun-pistols trained on him during the maneuver. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Derec climbing into another truck. The entire fleet sped away together. The whole affair had been taken with enormous seriousness by the police. Traffic was detoured from their route. When they swung up on an elevated expressway, with raised-up trees on either side, there was no other vehicle in sight. They raced on downtown.

They rolled off the expressway. They rolled down a cleared avenue. Hoddan recognized the Detention Building. Its gate swung wide. The truck he rode in went inside. The gate closed. The other trucks went away--rapidly. Hoddan alighted and saw that the grim gray wall of the courtyard had a surprising number of guards mustered to sweep the open space with gunfire if anybody made a suspicious movement.

He shook his head. Nobody had mentioned Zan, so this simply didn’t make sense. His conscience was wholly clear except about his native planet. This was insanity! He went curiously into the building and into the hearing room. His guards, there, surrendered him to courtroom guards and went away with almost hysterical haste. Nobody wanted to be near him.

Hoddan stared about. The courtroom was highly informal. The justice sat at an ordinary desk. There were comfortable chairs. The air was clean. The atmosphere was that of a conference room in which reasonable men could discuss differences of opinion in calm leisure. Only on a world like Walden would a prisoner brought in by police be dealt with in such surroundings.

Derec came in by another door, with a man Hoddan recognized as the attorney who’d represented Nedda’s father in certain past interviews. There’d been no mention of Nedda as toying with the thought of marrying Hoddan then, of course. It had been strictly business. Nedda’s father was Chairman of the Power Board, a director of the Planetary Association of Manufacturers, a committeeman of the Banker’s League, and other important things. Hoddan had been thrown out of his offices several times. He now scowled ungraciously at the lawyer who had ordered him thrown out. He saw Derec wringing his hands.

An agitated man in court uniform came to his side.

“I’m the Citizen’s Representative,” he said uneasily. “I’m to look after your interests. Do you want a personal lawyer?”

“Why?” asked Hoddan. He felt splendidly confident.

“The charges-- Do you wish a psychiatric examination--claiming no responsibility?” asked the Representative anxiously. “It might ... it might really be best--”

“I’m not crazy,” said Hoddan, “though this looks like it.”

The Citizen’s Representative spoke to the justice.

“Sir, the accused waives psychiatric examination, without prejudice to a later claim of no responsibility.”

Nedda’s father’s attorney watched with bland eyes. Hoddan said impatiently:

“Let’s get started so this will make some sense! I know what I’ve done. What monstrous crime am I charged with?”

“The charges against you,” said the justice politely, “are that on the night of Three Twenty-seven last, you, Bron Hoddan, entered the fenced-in grounds surrounding the Mid-Continent power receptor station. It is charged that you passed two no-admittance signs. You arrived at a door marked ‘Authorized Personnel Only.’ You broke the lock of that door. Inside, you smashed the power receptor taking broadcast power from the air. This power receptor converts broadcast power for industrial units by which two hundred thousand men are employed. You smashed the receptor, imperiling their employment.” The justice paused. “Do you wish to challenge any of these charges as contrary to fact?”

The Citizen’s Representative said hurriedly:

“You have the right to deny any of them, of course.”

“Why should I?” asked Hoddan. “I did them! But what’s this about me killing somebody? Why’d they tear my place apart looking for something? Who’d I kill, anyhow?”

“Don’t bring that up!” pleaded the Citizen’s Representative. “Please don’t bring that up! You will be much, much better off if that is not mentioned!”

“But I didn’t kill anybody!” insisted Hoddan.

“Nobody’s said a word about it,” said the Citizen’s Representative, jittering. “Let’s not have it in the record! The record has to be published.” He turned to the justice. “Sir, the facts are conceded as stated.”

“Then,” said the justice to Hoddan, “do you choose to answer these charges at this time?”

“Why not?” asked Hoddan. “Of course!”

“Proceed,” said the justice.

Hoddan drew a deep breath. He didn’t understand why a man’s death, charged to him, was not mentioned. He didn’t like the scared way everybody looked at him. But--

“About the burglary business,” he said confidently. “What did I do in the power station before I smashed the receptor?”

The justice looked at Nedda’s father’s attorney.

“Why,” said that gentleman amiably, “speaking for the Power Board as complainant, before you smashed the standard receptor you connected a device of your own design across the power-leads. It was a receptor unit of an apparently original pattern. It appears to have been a very interesting device.”

“I’d offered it to the Power Board,” said Hoddan, with satisfaction, “and I was thrown out. You had me thrown out! What did it do?”

“It substituted for the receptor you smashed,” said the attorney. “It continued to supply some two hundred million kilowatts for the Mid-Continent industrial area. In fact, your crime was only discovered because the original receptor--naturally--had to be set to draw peak power at all times, with the unused power wasted by burning carbon. Your device adjusted to the load and did not burn carbon. So when the attendants went to replace the supposedly burned carbon and found it unused, they discovered what you had done.”

“It saved carbon, then,” said Hoddan triumphantly. “That means it saved money. I saved the Power Board plenty while that was connected. They wouldn’t believe I could. Now they know. I did!”

The justice said:

“Irrelevant. You have heard the charges. In legal terms, you are charged with burglary, trespass, breaking and entering, unlawful entry, malicious mischief, breach of the peace, sabotage, and endangering the employment of citizens. Discuss the charges, please!”

“I’m telling you!” protested Hoddan. “I offered the thing to the Power Board. They said they were satisfied with what they had and wouldn’t listen. So I proved what they wouldn’t listen to! That receptor saved them ten thousand credits worth of carbon a week! It’ll save half a million credits a year in every power station that uses it! If I know the Power Board, they’re going right on using it while they arrest me for putting it to work!”

The courtroom, in its entirety, visibly shivered.

“Aren’t they?” demanded Hoddan belligerently.

“They are not,” said the justice, tight-lipped. “It has been smashed in its turn. It has even been melted down.”

“Then look at my patents!” insisted Hoddan. “It’s stupid--”

“The patent records,” said the justice with unnecessary vehemence, “have been destroyed. Your possessions have been searched for copies. Nobody will ever look at your drawings again--not if they are wise!”

“Wha-a-at?” demanded Hoddan incredulously. “Wha-a-at?”

“I will amend the record of this hearing before it is published,” said the justice shakily. “I should not have made that comment. I ask permission of the Citizen’s Representative to amend.”

“Granted,” said the Representative before he had finished.

The justice said quickly:

“The-charges-have-been-admitted-by-the-defendant. Since-the-complainant-does-not-wish-punitive-action-taken-against-him--”

“He’d be silly if he did,” grunted Hoddan.

“And-merely-wishes-security-against-repetition-of-the-offense, I-rule-that-the-defendant-may-be-released-upon-posting-suitable-bond-for -good-behavior-in-the-future. That-is, he-will-be-required-to-post-bond -which-will-be-forfeited-if-he-ever-again-enters-a-power-station -enclosure-passes-no-trespassing-signs-ignores-no-admittance-signs -and/or-smashes-apparatus-belonging-to-the-complainant.”