pent-up emotions of the nightmarish trial, the sentence, the journey across space to Earth. "Help! Help!" Varr felt hands grasp him from behind. Blind with rage, he let go of Hober, struck out at the others, felt his fists crack satisfyingly into flesh. Then there was the chilling numbness of a stunbeam, and Varr froze. "All right," he heard someone say. "Let's load him aboard the disposal rocket. They all crack up this way, I guess." He felt hands lift him, felt himself being carried down a ladder and into a cooler room. Then he blanked out as a sudden thrust of acceleration struck him. His last conscious thought was that he was now on the last leg of his one-way journey to Earth, condemned to the dumping-ground of the universe for a crime he never committed. I didn't kill him, he thought fiercely. I didn't kill him. When he awoke, he found himself lying in a wooded area. He sat up in the grass and tried to get his bearings. He was dressed in rough, oddly-cut clothing, and in his hand was a letter-capsule. He broke it open and read the note inside. To Yorkan Varr: You have been accused and found guilty of the crime of murder. Therefore, you have been placed on the planet Sol III to live out the rest of your natural life. However, in order that you may not be helpless, we have provided you with clothing, money, and identification. You will be able to get along in this society if you are careful. We warn you, however, that the people of this planet actually kill for punishment of certain crimes. Govern yourself accordingly. The Council of Judges. As Yorkan read the last line, the message paper faded, grayed, and crumbled in his hand. It became a powder and fell, like fine ash, from his fingers. And with it went the last thing that connected him with the Condelari Federation. Yorkan stood up and looked up at the stars. I know who did it, he thought. But I couldn't prove it. He had seen the man's face just before he had blanked out from the stungun. When he had awakened, he found himself with a corpse and a charge of murder