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〃That settles it；〃 said Captain Stabb。 〃The verdict is hanged by the teeth until he falls in a pot of boiling electronic fire。〃
〃Hold it；〃 I said。 〃I haven't heard the evidence or voted。〃
〃Do you wish to enter a plea for responsibility？〃 said Faht Bey。
These fellows were going a bit too fast for me。 The green glowplate didn't lend any cheer to the scene。 I thought fast。 Faht Bey had brought up an out for me but it was a tricky one。 By Voltarian law； anyone who is knuckleheaded enough to take full responsibility for a prisoner； even when condemned； could have him。 That was how the Apparatus could collect 〃executed〃 criminals。 There was only one little hooker。 If the person then； thereafter； mitted any crime； the one who had taken responsibility…the claimant…could also be charged with that crime and if execution occurred could be executed with the criminal。
〃It is quite certain；〃 said the assassin pilot who had been cut and who seemed to be acting as the master of the conference； 〃that said Doctor Crobe will mit some other crime against base personnel； no matter how slight。 In that event； the claimant can legally be executed。 Therefore the conference entertains the plea。 All those voting for it； raise your right index finger。 The fingers have it。 You are the claimant； Officer Gris。 Conference adjourned。〃
〃Wait！〃 I said。
They had all walked out； including the guards。
It was a frame…up！
Oh； what cunning （bleepards） they were！ The probability of Doctor Crobe doing something else was an absolute certainty。 I knew the man！ What a murderous revenge that assassin pilot had taken。 This could get me killed very dead in the most legal possible way。 And right when I was in triumph everywhere。 Low blow。
Crobe crouched there eyeing me with his glittery black eyes； probably wondering what to turn me into。 I hoped it wasn't a spider。 I dislike spiders。
I thought。 Crobe crouched。
I remembered the expression on the assassin pilot's face when he glanced at me in leaving。
I saw a safety line in a coil； hanging above a bunk。
INSPIRATION！
I got the safety line。 I wrapped it round and round Crobe's ankles。 I wrapped it round and round his legs。 I wrapped it round and round his body； pinning his arms to his sides。 I wrapped it round and round his neck and head。 I tied it with a triple knot and fused the ends。 Not even a ghost could get out of that。
Speedily； I raced to my room。
From my safe I took fifty thousand Turkish lira； amounting to about five hundred U。 S。 dollars。
I raced back。 I found the construction superintendent。
〃I want to make a deal；〃 I said。 I showed him the money。
His eyes bugged； as I knew they would。
〃You are going to build me a cell the like of which nobody ever heard of； and when you do； you get this。〃
He made a grab。 I was too quick for him。 〃When done and when tested；〃 I said。
〃A few thousand on account；〃 he said。
I peeled off ten thousand lira。 I gave them to him。 〃The rest when you execute the plan。〃
He took the bills。 〃Where's the plan？〃
A small detail I had overlooked。 So we sat down near the cocooned Crobe and I drew the plan。
You can get carried away with these things。 Once I began to draw I didn't really know when to stop。 I kept thinking of other ways he could get out。
But finally we had it and； if I say so myself； it was a masterpiece。
At the very end of the detention corridor there was a big cell which had never been used。 It was all the way back。 Across the corridor； before you got to it； I would place a sheet of blastproof steel； heavily embedded in the stone of the walls。 It would have a bulletproof viewport in it。 The door through it would be openable only by bination lock。
Beyond that would be the normal cell bars and their door。
Between these two impenetrable barricades I would place a beam alarm system； so that if anybody got in it would ring and clang all over the place。
Now； there was a chance that Crobe might get persuasive to a guard； as he had already done。 So I would leave no way whatever to municate through these barriers。 This required a new ventilation hole be drilled straight up to the air to e out； masked behind a rock； on the mountainside。
The possibility existed that Crobe might try to climb up it； so it would have spikes to gouge anyone who made such an attempt。 And furthermore； it would have explosive charges in it； with crisscrossing trip wires； that would blow anyone to bits if they attempted to crawl up it。 I would also put saw rays across the outside and inside entrances。 In that way； Crobe could municate to nobody in the cell block； would have air but couldn't get out。
Now for food。 I designed a device which went through a maze with fifteen turnings。 When you put something on a tray； it would float way up on antigravity pulses and then slide on antigravity rollers through all those turnings。 More…it would have fifteen sealed doors that any tray would have to go through。 Each door would have a living…presence detector on it and if anything live tried to squeeze through； the door would remain shut。
So far so good。
The light in the place would not hook up to any part of the base。 Independent units； powered by the sun at the air…shaft entrance； would be the only power。
Now for the cell itself。 It was pretty large； as it was designed to hold about fifteen prisoners。 So these stone ledges would have to go。 Crobe would have to be forced to study； so in their place I would put tables and shelves for books。
Crobe's sanitation was awful so I designed sprayers and a drain so the whole area could be washed down simply by tripping a remote button； only the bookshelves shutting automatically。
As long as I was designing； I also put in a toilet and running water； though I suspected Crobe would never touch it。 However； he could not plain to the Voltar sanitation department that he had been left without facilities。
I then put in a bed。 And that was the masterpiece。 If Crobe got too active and went raging around； the next time he lay down； clamps would shut and hold him in bed until somebody could e in and gas him。
It was a true masterpiece； as I have said。 I looked at it proudly。
〃It's going to take about a week to build；〃 said the construction superintendent。
I blinked。 What was I going to do with Crobe for a week？
I could not bring myself to change a single line of the plan。 〃Four days；〃 I said。
〃Four days and an additional ten thousand lira；〃 he said。
I groaned。 No； I couldn't possibly change this plan。 It was too good。 Well； who cared。 I could always draw more lira。
〃Go ahead；〃 I said。 〃Only start at once。〃
I dragged Crobe into one of the many unoccupied cells。 I pushed him onto a ledge。 I laid my weapons handy。
And； amidst the buzzing of drills and the clang of metal in the cell block； for the next four days I stayed right there and guarded Crobe。
Oh； the arduousness of duty in the Apparatus！
All he did for four whole days was lie in his lashings and glare。