"And I have," Hatcher said. "It's all right now. I'll rush a couple of UN Deputies over there with special orders right now!" "Well hurry!" Johnson yelled. Then he stepped out of the booth practically into Maxson's arms. "Now, go in there and get him out here, Johnson!" "We're waiting for two United Nations Deputies. They'll be here in a minute. They're going to take charge of Zeke from now on." "What--well, okay, let them arrest him. That's a load off my back--" "They're not coming here to arrest him. But to protect him from being arrested or otherwise annoyed until he goes back to Mars." "I don't get it at all. I got orders--" "Here's how it is," Johnson said. "Now that we've established relations with another planet, Mars, the UN has jurisdiction over all such relationships and transactions. UN City is extra-territorial. It belongs to no nation, including the United States, and therefore the United States has no jurisdiction over Zeke, or anything having to do with inter-world relations. "That's a UN problem. Furthermore, Zeke is here in the capacity of Martian Ambassador, and the UN has been officially declared the site of the official future Martian Embassy, and therefore Zeke has diplomatic immunity. That guard's death was accidental, caused by a misunderstanding. But regardless, he can't be tried by any nation on Earth because the accident occurred on Martian Embassy grounds officially. "If Zeke's ever tried for any crime it will have to be on Mars. That's the rule." And that was the way it was. After seeking Zeke off in the second Mars-bound rocket, he went to Billington's and sat in his study, relaxed for the first time in six months. "How was Zeke?" Billington asked. "Seem to feel any better about his visit to Earth?" "Much better," Johnson said. "In fact, he seemed to feel better about the whole thing than at any time during his stay here. He said he understood a great deal more about us than he might otherwise have learned. "And he said he understood our laughter too. A safety-valve, he said, and that he was glad if he allowed us to let off a little steam. He said there was a lot of steam here that needs to be let off." Billington smiled. "That's a concise and astute analysis," he said. "It seems to be the laughter of those crippled kids that did it," Johnson added. "Zeke got an idea there how beneficial laughter is." Billington nodded. "However, maybe Zeke's analysis is overly-simplified." His mouth set in a serious line. "The laughter of kids is hardly comparable to the laughter of adults. The kids were laughing _with_ Zeke. Does he realize the difference there?" Johnson said, "Maybe he doesn't. The Martians have a lot to learn about human beings." "So do we," Billington sighed.