Carroll shook his head as he said, "Not at all. I have been most deeply frustrated. Time after time I have produced evidence to show the truth of the matter. I have gained no one who will believe me." "You say that Kingallis tried to kill his sister. Why?" "Because she betrayed him by helping me." "Your honor, you will recognize the importance of this statement. It--like so many others--is a half truth. It is true and yet the implication is not the same. The fact is, your honor, that Carroll actually has reason to believe that Kingallis came through the teleport to take revenge. This is part of the hallucination." He turned again to Carroll. "You claim you were held against your will in a building in Virginia?" "I was." "Then tell me how it was that you were seen performing your job during the time you claim to have been prisoner--and disappeared at the time you went to Wisconsin with Rita Galloway?" Carroll smiled. "By the same explanation as the twin Sallys. One, you remember, went into the black car so that the men could read the day's reports and fix those that were informative. The other went into the drugstore for a bite to eat in order to fill in the interim. There was a man made up to resemble me." "You see, your honor, Carroll believes his hallucination implicitly." "Obviously." Barnett faced Carroll. "Prosecution claims that you, yourself, attacked the girl in a state of anger because she proved your beliefs wrong--and in hallucinatory hope that a complete autopsy would prove you correct." "This is untrue." "Your inventions--" "They are not my inventions. They are thefted from the alien library." "Carroll, you have a brilliant mind." "I was mentally strong enough to defy their thought machines," replied Carroll. "And you have an extensive education in physics and science?" "I have." "Now tell me, are any of these inventions beyond understanding?" "Naturally not. They are based upon physical laws that are at present unknown on Terra." "As--say--electricity was unknown in the days of Galileo?" "About like that." "Then, Carroll, it might be possible that you yourself made these discoveries?" "I might have," admitted Carroll. "But--" "Under a hallucination? To prove to your own mind that you were stealing something of scientific excellence?" "There is the matter of the language." "Irrelevant. It is a tongue no one here understands." "Kingallis! _Vol thes nil kantil res vi pon tere_...." * * * * * Kingston Galloway blinked as Carroll tongued his syllables, then began to laugh. "You see," said Barnett, "anyone can mouth meaningless words and call them a language. You can, if you are brilliant, even assign meanings to them. Esperanto, among others, is a manufactured language." "Yet I claim it true." "What about your own future?" "I care nothing for myself, it is only the future of Sol that concerns me."