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"Hah! Don't change the subject. Answer me!"
I answered mildly, "But that is the subject. In that cock-and-bull attack
you spoke of, an old lady was injured. Is she still alive? Does anyone know?"
Bozell started to answer; Mao cut in. "She's alive. Or was an hour ago.
Johnson, you had better pray that she stays alive. I have a deposition here"-he
tapped his terminal-"from a citizen whose word is above reproach. One of our
most important stockholders, LAdy Diana Kerr-Shapley. She states that you shot
Mistress Lilybet Washington-"
"What?"
"-while creating a reign of terror in which your actions caused the death
by anoxia of her husband the Honorable Oswald Progant, broke the wrist of her
husband the Honorable Brockman Hogg, and subjected Lady Diana herself to terror
tactics and repeated insults."
"Hmm. Did she say who killed the O'Toole child? And what about the turret
gunner? Who killed him?"
"She states that there was such confusion that she did not see everything.
But you went outside while the bus was standing still and climbed up to the
turret-no doubt that was when you finished off the poor boy."
"Are you saying that last, or did she say it?"
"I said it. A conclusive presumption. Lady Diana was meticulously careful
not to testify to anything she did not see with her own eyes. Including this
ghostly rolligon full of bandits
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