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. She saw nothing of it."
Bozell added, "There you have it, Mr. Moderator. This hijacker shot up the
bus and killed three people and wounded two more... and invented a cock-and-bull
story about bandits to cover his crimes. There are no bandits in that area;
everybody knows that."
I tried to get a grip on reality. "Mr. Moderator, one moment, please!
Captain Marcy is here. I understand he got a picture of the bandits' rolligon."
"I ask the questions, Mr. Johnson."
"But- Did he, or didn't he?"
'That's enough, Johnson! You will be in order. Or you will be restrained."
"What am I doing that is out of order?"
"You're disrupting this investigation with irrelevancies. Wait until you
are spoken to. Then answer the question."
"Yes, sir. What is the question?"
"I told you to keep quiet!"
I kept quiet. So did everybody else.
Presently Mr. Mao drummed on his desk and said, "Major, did you have more
questions?"
"Hah! He never answered my first question. He evaded it."
The Moderator said, "Johnson, answer the question."
I looked stupid-my best role. "What is the question?"
Mao and Bozell both started to speak; Bozell yielded to Mao who went on,
"Let's summarize it. Why did you do what you did?"
"What did I do?"
"I just told you what you did!"
"But I didn't do any of the things you said I did
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