shed it, a feeble attempt at
playing the old role he'd acted so long.

"We've won," said Greg quietly, "but you're wrong about our being in
control. The governments are in the hands of the people, where they
should be."

Chambers nodded. "I see," he mumbled. "Different people, different
ideas." His eyes rested on Stutsman and Greg saw sudden rage sweep
across the gray, haggard face. "So you've got him, have you? What are
you going to do with him? What are you going to do with all of us?"

"I haven't had time to think about it," said Greg. "I've principally
been thinking about Stutsman here."

"He mutinied," rasped Chambers. "He seized the ship, turned the crew
against me."

"And the penalty for that," said Greg, quietly, "is death. Death by
walking in space."

Stutsman writhed within the bands of force that held him tight. His face
contorted. "No, damn you! You can't do that! Not to me, you can't!"

"Shut up," roared Chambers and Stutsman quieted.

"I was thinking, too," said Greg, "that at his order thousands of people
were mercilessly shot down back in the Solar System. Stood against a
wall and mowed down. Others were killed like wild animals in the street.
Thousands of them."

* * * * *

He moved slowly toward Stutsman and the man cringed.

"Stutsman," he said, "you're a butcher. You're a stench in the nostrils
of humanity. You aren't fit to live."

"Those," said Craven, "are my sentiments exactly."

"You hate me," screamed Stutsman. "All of you hate me. You are doing
this because you hate me."

"Everyone hates you, Stutsman," said Greg. "Every living person hates
you. You have a cloud of hate hanging over you as black and wide as
space."

The man closed his eyes, trying to break free of the bonds.

"Bring me a spacesuit," snapped Greg, watching Stutsman's face.

Craven brought it and dropped it at Stutsman's feet.

"All right, Russ," said Greg. "Turn him loose."

Stutsman swayed and almost fell as the bands of force released him.

"Get into that suit," ordered Greg.

Stutsman hesitated, but something he saw in Greg's face made him lift
the suit, step into it, fasten it about his body.

"What are you going to do with me?" he whimpered. "You aren't going to
take me back to Earth again, are you? You aren't going to make me stand
trial?"

"No," said Greg, gravely, "we aren't taking you back to Earth. And
you're standing trial right now."

Stutsman read his f