Renner was too upset for speech. He shook his head, looking over at me. I didn't give him the satisfaction. Mike hasn't any patience with my interest in keeping abreast of Psi developments anyway. "This Mary Hall is a hallucinator," Horace said. He leaned forward and gave it to us in not much more than a whisper. "This witch used her HC to pass five dollar bills off as hundreds, getting change. But they caught her at it." He laughed harshly. "And tried her for it," he added. "Get the picture on that 'Not Guilty' verdict?" "No," Renner admitted. I slouched down, scowling. "She used HC on Judge Passarelli, too. Foozled his vision, whatever you want to call it. When the 'cutor handed him the evidence, the five dollar bill she had tried to pass for a hundred, all sealed up in plastic, Passarelli _saw_ a _hundred_, thanks to her Psi powers." "Get out of here," I told Horace, getting to my feet. "Pete! For heaven's sake!" Mike protested. You didn't talk like that to the Grievance Committee. Did you ever see a guy wring his hands? Renner was pathetic. "Can't you quit pussy-footing around, Renner?" I growled. "This comic isn't from the Grievance Committee!" Horace Dunn paled on that one. "How do you know that?" he said. He sounded a lot more dangerous. "Too polite," I sneered. "And it ill becomes you. What's going on?" "So I level," Horace conceded. "So I'm _not_ from the Grievance Committee, and I'm not all hot that Maragon defended Keys Crescas." "Much better," I said, sitting down again. "This guy Passarelli is coming up for re-election shortly," our caller said. A light began to dawn. "We're making sure he doesn't make it--and that _our_ man does." My laugh was more a bark. "He can't find Mary Hall," I told Renner. Horace's lower jaw shot out at me. "I don't like guys who know what I'm thinking!" he snapped. I had to laugh in his face. "Who needs TP? You want to tar Passarelli with the brush of Psi--and this hallucinator would be Exhibit 'A'." He subsided. "So I can't find her. What then?" I shook my head. "You say it," I suggested. "Too early to have to wash my mouth with soap." Dunn made his big pitch to Renner. "Maragon has a connection with these Psis--it's all over town that he got Keys Crescas off. This Crescas can find Mary Hall--you know how Psis stick together." Renner nodded rapt agreement. "And," Dunn added, finally sticking it in us, "it would be good politics for Maragon to do it--would kind of sweeten up the stench of his getting Crescas off, eh?" Renner thought he had to sell me: "Pete," he insisted, "You've _got_ to! Defending Crescas was sure to hurt our reputation. That girl has it coming for--" I waved a hand in his face, shutting him up. "Why should I care what happens to the girl?" I said, getting up. "Just make sure Horace pays us a fat fee. After all, it's tax exempt." "Tax exempt?" he asked, frowning. "Sure," I said, walking out. "Religious contribution. Thirty pieces of silver."