I kept groping toward a page in a book. Somewhere there was a piece that would fit in. "The majority ballot rules." It was going too fast for me. They were calling for the vote. "Juror Number One, please stand and tell the court; how do you find?" With great deliberation, he turned his back on the defendant in the box. "Juror Number One designates guilt. Juror Number Two, how do you find?" Vortler was second. He stood and gazed at John Hastings for a long moment. Then he raised his arms toward the defendant, palms upward. "Juror Number Two designates innocence." I went back to the classroom again and again. There was a thing waiting there for me, but it had been so long ago. The count was going fast.... "Juror Number Six, how do you find?" Bax. I knew his vote before he cast it. He turned his back. Where did it stand now? Four guilty, two innocent! My heart began to pound. It felt as if I were standing on the edge of a deep water. Where was it, that I groped after? I tried to shut myself in and think. The semi-circle was almost completed. The voice had reached the juror on my left. Six men stood with their backs to John Hastings. Five stood with their arms outstretched, "Juror Number Twelve, how do you find?" I asked for help then. I asked the Lord to turn the pages. And I asked Him to help Kitson too. Kitson raised his arms high. The score was even. It waited until then to come. The piece ... the little piece, falling on my brain from that half-forgotten book. "Juror Number Thirteen, how do--?" "Mr. Questioner," I cried. "I would like to interpose." "It is incorrect procedure to interrupt the vote--" "Yes, yes, I know." My voice shook. "But there is something I just remembered. Something pertinent to what John Hastings saw." "Can it prove anything further one way or the other?" "I think so." An unseen conference. "Very well. Dispensation granted. What is your information?" I took a deep breath. "John Hastings viewed his wife on Earth from one of the planets of Alpha Centauri." "That is correct." My tongue was dry; my hands wet. "Alpha Centauri is four years, four months distant, measuring in light years. Therefore, in his travel, John Hastings lost three of those months, but when he turned his instrument backward, he was looking at light images which had started from the Earth long before he ever left it. He was looking at--" "_At ... what happened four years ago...._" John Hastings had finished the sentence for me. He was looking at something as if it were the first sunrise he had ever known. Speculation brought the amphitheatre to its feet. For the only time during the trial, the mob found its voice. Uncertainty, relief and surprise mingled, ebbed and flowed. The voice called for attention. "Quiet, please, quiet. The information is correct," and the storm was over.