AUTHORIZED ARRESTING OFFICERS: _MEP Captain Lawrence Taigue; MEP Patrolman Ebenezer Minch_. (_signed_) _Myles Fletcher_ MARRIAGE ADMINISTRATOR _June 8, 2151_ "Well, Mr. Bartlett? Must you read the words off the page to get their import?" My mind was reeling but it still rebelled against the reality of Julia's guilt. I grabbed at the first alternative I could think of. "_You_ changed the cards, didn't you, Taigue?" I said. "Don't be ridiculous. The mere thought of bringing an oafish clod like yourself into even transient intimacy with a sublime creature like Julia revolts my finer sensibilities. Julia altered the cards--as you perfectly well know. But she did not alter them of her own free will. You forced her to alter them." I stared at him. "For God's sake, Captain, use your head! Why should I do such a thing? How--" "_Why?_" Taigue had risen to his feet. His eyes were dilated. He breathed with difficulty. "I'll tell you why! Because you're a filthy animal, that's why. Because you looked at an ethereal woman and saw nothing but flesh. Because your carnal appetite was whetted and your lecherous desires had to be fed at any cost. "But you're not going to get away with it!" He was shouting now and his trembling fingers were inches from my throat. "I myself will cast the first stone. But before I do, you'll confess. When the Hour is near, you'll realize the enormity of your lust, just as they all do, and you'll fall on your knees and ask forgiveness. And when you do, you'll automatically absolve Julia of all guilt. _All_ guilt, do you understand, Bartlett? Julia's purity must be restored. Julia's purity _has_ to be restored!" I brought my right fist up into his stomach then. Hard. I had to. In another second those yearning fingers would have clamped around my throat. But I forgot about Patrolman Minch and his bludgeon gun. Even before Taigue hit the floor, the first charge struck me in the shoulder, spun me around so that I faced the wall. The next one caught me squarely in the back of the neck, turned my whole body numb. I sagged like a cloth doll. The floor fascinated me. It was like a dark cloud, rising. A dark cloud, and then a swirling mist of blackness. And then--nothing. * * * * * Prison cells are ideal for objective thinking. There is a quality about their drab walls that brings you face to face with reality. The Coliseum cell in which I was confined possessed the ultimate in drab walls. The reality with which I was faced was the ultimate in unpleasantness....