Hamilton cleared his throat. "Counsel is merely attempting to influence the Court; the same privilege will be available to his opponent at the proper time. That is why we have courts." Tinkin sat down. "I maintain that the concept of communication precludes matter transmission," stormed Kingman. "Matter transmission becomes a problem for the transportation companies and the power companies. Matter, your honor, is energy. They are transmitting energy!" He stalked over to Tinkin and smiled affably. "Cross-examination?" he offered. "No questions," said Tinkin. Hamilton rapped on the bench. "Court is adjourned for ten minutes!" * * * * * "Looking for something?" asked Don. Arden turned from the window and faced him. "I was trying to see Niagara Falls," she smiled. "I've heard that you could see 'em from Buffalo." "You can," laughed her husband, "but not from this part of Buffalo. What do you want to see Niagara Falls for, anyway? Just a lot of water falling over a cliff at two pints to the quart." "If you recall, chum, we went to Mars, not Niagara. There wasn't two pints of water on the whole planet, let alone a thing like Niagara." Don nodded. "At the risk of offending a lot of Buffalonians, I'm beginning to dislike the place." "It isn't the people," said Arden. "It's the position we're in. Bad, huh?" "Not going too good at all. Kingman slips in a sly dig every now and then. Frankly, I am getting worried. He's got a few points that really hit very close to home. If he can sell the judge on a couple more of them, we'll be under the sod." "You won't be out entirely, will you?" "Not entirely. He'll have to use the beams of Venus Equilateral to operate, but he'll be collecting all the real gravy. We'll just be leasing our beams to him." "Well, don't go down without a fight, chum." "I won't. I really hate to see Kingman get ahead of this, though." Don stretched, took another look out across the city of Buffalo, and then said: "We'd best be getting back. We'll be late ... he said ten minutes." They went down the staircase slowly, and at the courtroom door they met Keg Johnson. The latter smiled wearily. "Not too good?" "Nope." "Don, if you lose, then what?" "Appeal, I guess." "That isn't too good. Judges do not reverse lower courts unless a real miscarriage of justice takes place." "I know, but that's our only chance." "What would you advise me to do?" "Meaning?" asked Don. "Interplanet. We'll be run right out of business if this thing goes over to Kingman and that bunch." "I know." "Look, Don, have you tried living matter?"