He shook his head. Nobody had mentioned Zan, so this simply didn't make sense. His conscience was wholly clear except about his native planet. This was insanity! He went curiously into the building and into the hearing room. His guards, there, surrendered him to courtroom guards and went away with almost hysterical haste. Nobody wanted to be near him. Hoddan stared about. The courtroom was highly informal. The justice sat at an ordinary desk. There were comfortable chairs. The air was clean. The atmosphere was that of a conference room in which reasonable men could discuss differences of opinion in calm leisure. Only on a world like Walden would a prisoner brought in by police be dealt with in such surroundings. Derec came in by another door, with a man Hoddan recognized as the attorney who'd represented Nedda's father in certain past interviews. There'd been no mention of Nedda as toying with the thought of marrying Hoddan then, of course. It had been strictly business. Nedda's father was Chairman of the Power Board, a director of the Planetary Association of Manufacturers, a committeeman of the Banker's League, and other important things. Hoddan had been thrown out of his offices several times. He now scowled ungraciously at the lawyer who had ordered him thrown out. He saw Derec wringing his hands. An agitated man in court uniform came to his side. "I'm the Citizen's Representative," he said uneasily. "I'm to look after your interests. Do you want a personal lawyer?" "Why?" asked Hoddan. He felt splendidly confident. "The charges-- Do you wish a psychiatric examination--claiming no responsibility?" asked the Representative anxiously. "It might ... it might really be best--" "I'm not crazy," said Hoddan, "though this looks like it." The Citizen's Representative spoke to the justice. "Sir, the accused waives psychiatric examination, without prejudice to a later claim of no responsibility." Nedda's father's attorney watched with bland eyes. Hoddan said impatiently: "Let's get started so this will make some sense! I know what I've done. What monstrous crime am I charged with?" "The charges against you," said the justice politely, "are that on the night of Three Twenty-seven last, you, Bron Hoddan, entered the fenced-in grounds surrounding the Mid-Continent power receptor station. It is charged that you passed two no-admittance signs. You arrived at a door marked 'Authorized Personnel Only.' You broke the lock of that door. Inside, you smashed the power receptor taking broadcast power from the air. This power receptor converts broadcast power for industrial units by which two hundred thousand men are employed. You smashed the receptor, imperiling their employment." The justice paused. "Do you wish to challenge any of these charges as contrary to fact?" The Citizen's Representative said hurriedly: "You have the right to deny any of them, of course."