a trigger； and that would not be humane to the someone。〃
〃Humane！ What about the prisoner？〃
〃Of no importance。 Your death has been decreed and will take place as soon as possible。 This is what will happen。 You will be taken to a sealed chamber and chained there。 The entrance will be locked。 After this the chamber will be flooded with water by an automatic device actuated by your body heat。 It is always there； always turned on。 You alone will be responsible for your own execution。 Now isn't that quite humane？〃
〃Drowning is humane all of a sudden？〃
〃Possibly not。 But you will be left a pistol containing a single bullet。 You can mit suicide if you wish to。〃
I opened my mouth to tell him what I thought of their humanity； but I was seized by many hands and dragged forward before I could speak。 The glass was whisked away…and so was I。 Deep down to a dank chamber； walls damp with water and covered with moss。 A cuff was clamped around my ankle； a chain ran from it to a staple in the wall。 They all exited except for the Colonel who stood with his hand on the operating lever of the thick； undoubtedly watertight； door。
He grinned in victorious triumph； bent over and placed an antique pistol on the floor。 As I dived for it the door shut and sealed with a final thud。
Was this really the end？ I turned the pistol over in my hands； saw the dull shape of the single cartridge。 End of Jim diGriz； end of the Stainless Steel Rat； end of everything。
There was the distant thank of a valve opening and cold water gushed down on me from a thick pipe in the ceiling。 It gurgled and slopped； covering my feet； then quickly up to my ankles。 When it reached my waist I lifted the gun and looked at it。 Not much of a choice。 The water rose steadily。 Covered my chest； up to my chin。 I shuddered。
Then the water stopped splashing down。 It was cold and I was shivering uncontrollably。 The light in the waterproof fixture revealed only stone wall； dark water。
〃What are you playing at bastardacoj？〃 I shouted； 〃Humane torture to go with your humane murder？〃
A moment later I got my answer。 The level began to drop。
〃I was right…torturers！〃 I bellowed。 〃Torture first…then murder。 And you call yourself civilized。 Why are you doing this？〃
The last of the water gurgled down the drain and the door slowly opened。 I aimed the pistol at it。 I wouldn't mind drowning if I could take the cretinous colonel or the sadistic sergeant with me。
Something dark appeared through the partly open door。 The gun banged and the bullet thudded into it。 A briefcase。
〃Cease fire！〃 a male voice called out。 〃I am your lawyer。〃
〃He only has one bullet； you're safe；〃 I heard the Colonel gay。
The briefcase came hesitantly into the room； carried by a grayhaired man who was wearing the traditional gold…flecked and diamond decorated black suit that adorned lawyers throughout the galaxy。
〃I am your court…appointed lawyer； Pederasis Narcoses。〃
〃What good will you do me…if the trial will be after my execution？〃
〃None。 But that is the law。 I will have to interview you now to enable me to conduct your defense at the trial。〃
〃This is madness…I'll be dead？〃
〃That is correct。 But it is the law。〃 He turned to the Colonel。 〃I must be alone with my client。 That is also the law。〃
〃You have ten minutes； no longer。〃
〃That will suffice。 Admit my assistant in five minutes。 He has the court papers and the will。〃
The door thunked shut and Narcoses opened his briefcase and took out a plastic bottle filled with a greenish liquid。 He removed the top and handed it to me。
〃Drink this； all of it。 I'll hold the gun。〃
I handed him the weapon； took the bottle； smelled it and coughed。 〃Horrible。 Why should I drink it？〃
〃Because I told you to。 It is of vital importance and you have no choice。〃
Which was true…and what difference would it make anyway？
I gulped it down。 The champagne had tasted a lot better。
〃I will now explain；〃 he said； recapping the bottle and putting it back into his briefcase。 〃You have just drunk a thirty…day poison。 This is a puter…generated plex of toxins that are neutral now…but which will kill you horribly in exactly thirty days if you are not given the antidote。 Which is also puter…generated and impossible to duplicate。〃
He jumped back quite smartly when I leaped at him。 But the chain on my ankle would not quite reach。 My fingers snapped ineffectually just in front of his throat。
〃If you will cease clawing at the air I will explain；〃 Narcoses said with an air of weary sophistication。 Had he done this kind of thing before I wondered？ I folded my arms and stepped back。
〃Much better。 Although I am a lawyer licensed to practice on this planet； I am also a representative of the Galactic League。〃
〃Wonderful。 The Paskonjakians want to drown me…you poison me。 I thought this was a galaxy of peace？〃
〃You are wasting time。 I am here to free you； under certain conditions。 The League has need of a criminal。 One who is both skilled and reliable。 Which is an oxymoron。 You have proved your criminalistic ability by your almost…successful theft。 The poison guarantees your reliability。 Do I assume that you will cooperate？ At the minimum you have a life extension of thirty days。〃
〃Yes； sure； you're on。 Not that I have a choice。〃
〃You don't。〃 He looked at the watch set into his little fingernail and stepped aside as the door opened。 A chubby； bearded youth came in with a sheaf of papers。
〃Excellent；〃 Narcoses said。 〃You have the will？〃 The young man nodded。 The door was closed and sealed again。
〃Five minutes；〃 Narcoses said。
The newer pulled down a zipper that sealed his onepiece suit。 Took off the suit…and a lot of flesh with it。 The suit was padded。 He was not fat at all； but lean and muscular quite like me。 When he peeled off the fake beard I realized that he looked exactly like me。 I blinked rapidly as I stared at my own face。
〃Only four minutes left diGriz。 Put on the suit。 I'll fix the beard。〃
The well…built and handsome stranger pulled on my discarded robe。 Stepped aside when Narcoses took a key from his pocket； bent and unlocked the restraining cuff on my ankle。 f landed it to the other who emotionlessly bent and snapped it t（》 Isis own ankle。
〃Why…why are you doing this？〃 I asked him。
He said nothing； just leaned over to retrieve the gun。
〃I'll need another bullet；〃 he said。 With my voice。
〃The Colonel will supply it；〃 Narcoses said。 Then remembered something else he had said just moments ago；
〃You called me diGriz。 You know my name？〃
〃I know a lot more than that；〃 he said pressing the beard and mustache into position on my face。 〃Carry these papers。 Follow me out of here。 Keep your mouth shut。〃
All of which I was very happy to do。 With one last look at my imprisoned self I trotted forth to freedom。
CHAPTER 3
I trotted behind Narcoses； clutching the papers and trying to think bearded and fat。 The guards were ignoring us； watching instead with sadistic fascination as one of their number started to close the watertight door。
〃Wait；〃 the Colonel said； opening a small box and taking out a cartridge。 He looked up as I passed； stared me straight in the face。 I felt perspiration bursting from my pores。 The momentary glance must have lasted about a subjective hour。 Then he kept on turning and called out to the guard。
〃Open that again you idiot？ I load the gun then you close the door。 When that has been done this business will be over with once and for all。〃
We turned a corner and the noxious group vanished from sight behind us。 Silently； as ordered； I followed the lawyer through many a guarded portal； into an elevator； out of it and then through one final door； escaping the Mint at last。 Letting out a great sigh of relief as we went past the armed guards and headed for the waiting ground car。
〃Silence？ Into the car。 Speak to me in the office about a salary raise…not before。〃
Narcoses must know things that I didn't。 Detector bugs in the ornamental trees we were passing？ Acoustic microphones aimed our way？ I realized now that my carefully planned crime had apparently been a disaster from the moment I had conceived it。
The driver was silent as a tomb…and about as attractive。 I watched the buildings stream by； then the outskirts of the city appeared。 We drove on until we reached a small building in a leafy suburb。 The front door opened as we approached； then closed behind us apparently without human intervention。 The same thing happened to the inner door which was tastefully labeled with jewel…studded gold letters PEDERASTS NARCOSES Attorney at Laws。 It closed silently and I wheeled about and pointed a menacing finger at him。
〃You knew about me even before I landed on this planet。〃
〃Of course。 As soon as your false credentials were filed the investigation began。〃
〃So you stood by and let me plot and plan and mit a crime and get sentenced to death…without making any attempt to interfere？〃
〃That's right。〃
〃That's criminal！ More of a crime than my crime。〃
〃Not really。 You were always going to be plucked out of that terminal swimming pool in any case。 We just wanted to see how well you did。〃
〃How did I do？〃
〃Very good…for a lad your age。 You got the j