Helen Walden was primly confident. "I don't see how we can fail to treat the matter with perfect logic. After all, it is not _we_ who neglect our drug levels.... They _were_ refusing to take their drugs, weren't they?" she asked, hoping for the worst and certain she was right. "Yes, this is drug refusal." Major Grey paused while she relished the answer. "But I must correct you in one impression. Your proper drug levels do not assure that you will act logically in this matter. The drugged mind _is_ logical. However, its fundamental datum is that the drugs and drugged minds must be protected before everything else." He watched Conrad's face while he added, "Because of this, it is possible for you to arrive logically at a conclusion that ... death is the required solution." He paused, looking at their white lips. Then he said, "Actually, other, more suitable solutions may be possible." "But they _were_ refusing their drugs," she said. "You talk as if you are defending them. Aren't you a Medicorps prosecutor?" "I do not prosecute _people_ in the ancient 20th Century sense, Mrs. Walden. I prosecute the _acts_ of drug refusal and communication breaks. There is quite a difference." "Well!" she said almost explosively. "I always knew Bill would get into trouble sooner or later with his wild, antisocial ideas. I never _dreamed_ the Medicorps would take _his_ side." Major Grey held his breath, almost certain now that she would walk into the trap. If she did, he could save Clara Manz before the trial. "After all, they have broken every communication code. They have refused the drugs, a defiance aimed at our very lives. They--" "Shut up!" It was the first time Conrad Manz had spoken since he sat down. "The Medicorps spent weeks gathering evidence and preparing their recommendations. You haven't seen any of that and you've already made up your mind. How logical is that? It sounds as if you _want_ your husband dead. Maybe the poor devil had some reason, after all, for what he did." On the man's face there was the nearest approach to hate that the drugs would allow. Major Grey let his breath out softly. They were split permanently. She would have to trade him a mild decision on Clara in order to save Bill. And even there, if the subsequent evidence gave any slight hope, Major Grey believed now that he could work on Conrad to hang the lay judgment and let the Medicorps' scientific recommendation go through unmodified. He let them stew in their cross-purposed silence for a while and then nailed home a disconcerting fact.