"I'm a doctor of some repute," said Hellion. "Or was, until my darker reputation exceeded my reputation for neural surgery. It was simple. I slit my arm and deposited therein the contents of a cigarette. It swelled up like gangrene and they removed me to the hospital. I removed a few guards and lit out in the ambulance. And I am here." "Why?" Kingman then became thoughtful. "You're not telling me this for mutual friendship, Murdoch. What's on your mind?" "You were in the clink, too. How did you get out?" "The court proceedings were under question for procedure. It was further ruled that--" "I see. You bought your way out." "I did not--" "Kingman, you're a lawyer. A smart one, too." "Thank you--" "But you're capable of buying your freedom, which you did. Fundamentally, it makes no difference whether you bribe a guard to look the other way or bribe a jury to vote the other way. It's bribery in either case." Kingman smiled in a superior way. "With the very important difference that the latter means results in absolute freedom. Bribing a guard is freedom only so long as the law may be avoided." "So you did bribe the jury?" "I did nothing of the sort. It was a ruling over a technicality that did me the favor." "You created the technicality." "Look," said Kingman sharply. "You didn't come here to steal by your own admission and your excellent logic. You never saw me before, and I do not know of you save what I've heard. Revenge for something real or fancied is obviously no reason for this visit. I was charged with several kinds of larceny, which charges fell through and I was acquitted of them--which means that I did not commit them. I, therefore, am no criminal. On the other hand, you have a record. You were in jail, convicted, and you escaped by some means that may have included first-degree murder. You came here for some reason, Murdoch. But let me tell you this: I am in no way required to explain the workings of my mind. If you expect me to reveal some legal machination by which I gained my freedom, you are mistaken. As far as the solar system is concerned, everything was legal and above board." "I get it," smiled Murdoch. "You're untouchable." "Precisely. And rightfully so." "You're the man I want, then." "It isn't mutual. I have no desire to be identified with a criminal of your caliber." "What's wrong with it?" asked Murdoch. "It is fundamentally futile. You are not a brilliant criminal. You've been caught." "I didn't have the proper assistance. I shall not be caught again. Look," he said suddenly, "how is your relationship with Venus Equilateral?" Kingman gritted his teeth and made an animal noise. "I thought so. I have a score of my own to settle. But I need your help. Do I get it?" "I don't see how one of your caliber is capable--" "Are you or aren't you? Your answer may decide the duration of your life."