"Zorvash Pedrik is a madman," the Damakoi repeated. "He's been in neuropsychiatric hospitals more than once. He likes to think of himself as a great savior of the people--any people. On Damak, he has denounced more than one person falsely. He has denounced anti-Government and pro-Government men alike. "He doesn't have any reason for it; he just likes to hog glory--any kind of glory." "Wait a minute," I said. "This doesn't follow the pattern. I don't think that our Holdreth Khain is Zorvash Pedrik." Jedon Onomondo looked blank. "Why not?" "It doesn't fit," I said. "If what you say about Zorvash Pedrik is right, he would come to us under his own name and denounce someone else as a bomb carrier. That's the psychological pattern of these paranoids." Jedon Onomondo just looked at me, frowning. "I have a hunch that Holdreth Khain is telling the truth; Zorvash Pedrik is a looney, all right, but now he's going to be a big hero in the proper way. If he sets off a theta bomb in the Grand Capitol Building, two-thirds of the people of Damak will hail him as a hero. They'll forget about the silly things he's done before. Doesn't that follow the paranoid pattern better?" The Damakoi nodded slowly. "You may be right. The trouble is that it doesn't jibe with the information I've received from pretty reliable sources." "Have you ever seen Holdreth Khain?" I asked. "No," Jedon Onomondo admitted, "but I've seen Zorvash Pedrik." "What does that prove?" Jedon Onomondo leaned forward earnestly. "Listen, Mr. Cameron; I'll admit that we Damakoi are--well, as you Earthmen say, fanatic. We know what we believe in, and we fight for it. If that's stupid, well, it's stupid. But that's the way we are." He stopped and took a deep breath. "I believe in the cause of the Galactic Government. I know that very few of my people do, but I do. "Now, I don't think we have the right to take a chance. Either the man you're holding now is an anti-Government man or he isn't. If he isn't, I'll be glad to apologize or fight him to the death, whichever you or he prefer. "But, I repeat, we can't take any chance. We've got to know. "So, let me take a look at him. If he _is_ Zorvash Pedrik, you can hold him and find out the truth. If he isn't, we can check on his story and find out where Zorvash Pedrik is." I rubbed my chin, as though I were thinking my decision over, although I had already made up my mind. After a minute, I looked up at him and said: "In other words, you won't know whether this man is Zorvash Pedrik or not unless you see him?" The Damakoi spread his hands. "How could I?" I stood up. "Okay, Jedon Onomondo. Let's go. I'll get him out of the Grand Capitol, and we'll take a look at him." "Fair enough," said the Damakoi. "Let's go." * * * * * By the time we got back to the Grand Capitol, things had happened. My assistant, Ned, was waiting for me by the main gate. When my car pulled up, he leaped aboard.