"But there still remain those who hired this man--those who paid him the price of those estates and those good things Waern enjoyed for a time. Your Enforcement Corps is searching for those men. And they will be found. Wherever they are--whoever they are--your Enforcement Corps will not rest so long as one of them remains at liberty." He stared penetratingly at the camera for a moment, then nodded and turned away. The musical salute to the ruler sounded from the speakers as the scene faded. Once again, the green grass of the Royal Guard parade field came into view. As the color guard stood at attention, the band modulated into the "Song of the Talu." Don Michaels got out of his seat. The Aud Call would be over in a few minutes, he knew, and he'd have to be at his post when the crowd streamed out. He moved back toward the doors, opened one a trifle, and slid through. * * * * * Some others had already come out into the hall. A few more slid out to join them, until a small group stood outside the auditorium. They examined each other casually, then scattered. Unhurriedly, Don walked through the empty corridors, turning at a stairwell. How, he wondered, did a man like Harle Waern get started on the wrong track? The man had been a member of one of the oldest of the noble families--had always had plenty of money--plenty of prestige. What was it that made someone like that become a criminal? "Should've known he'd get caught sooner or later," he told himself, "even if he had no honesty about him. I don't get it." He got to the bottom of the stairs and walked into the boy's locker room. Between a couple of rows of lockers, a youth sat in an inconspicuously placed chair. Don went up to him. "Hi, Darrin," he said. "About ready to pack it up?" The other gathered his books. "Yeah. Guess so. Nothing going on down here. Wonder why they have us hanging around this place anyway?" Don grinned. "Guess somebody broke into a locker once and they want a witness next time. Got to have something for us Guardians to do, don't they?" "Suppose so. But when you get almost through with your pre-professional ... hey, Michaels, how did you make out on the last exam? Looked to me as though Masterson threw us a few curves. Or did you get the same exam? Like that business about rehabilitation? It ain't in the book." "Oh, that." Don shrugged. "He gave us the low-down on that during class last week. Suppose your group got the same lecture. You should've checked your notes." Darrin shrugged and stood up. "Always somebody don't get the news," he grumbled. "This time, it's me. I was out for a few days. Oh, well. How was the Aud?" Don spread his hands. "About like usual, I'd say. Oh, they had a run on the end of the Waern affair. Really fixed that bird for keeps. Otherwise?" He waved his hands in a flapping motion. The other grinned, then turned as a bell clanged.