be; he knew that in a last-ditch stand there was one way the Black Doctor could be handled.
He remembered the dramatic shift from hostility to friendliness among the Bruckians when he had come down from the ship with Fuzzy on his shoulder. Before then, he had never considered using his curious power to protect himself and gain an end; but since then, without even consciously bringing it to mind, he had known that the next time would be easier. If it ever came to a showdown with Black Doctor Tanner, a trap from which he couldn’t free himself, there was still this way. The Black Doctor would never know what happened, he thought. It would just seem to him, suddenly, that he had been looking at things the wrong way. No one would ever know.
But he knew, even as the thought came to mind, that this was not so. Now, face to face with the showdown, he knew that it was no good. One person would know what had happened: himself. On 31 Brucker, he had convinced himself that the end justified the means; here it was different.
For a moment, as Black Doctor Tanner stared up at him through the horn-rimmed glasses, Dal wavered. Why should he hesitate to protect himself? he thought angrily. This attack against him was false and unfair, trumped up for the sole purpose of destroying his hopes and driving him out of the Service. Why shouldn’t he grasp at any means, fair or unfair, to fight it?
But he could hear the echo of Black Doctor Arnquist’s words in his mind: I beg of you not to use it. No matter what happens, don’t use it. Of course, Doctor Arnquist would never know, for sure, that he had broken faith ... but he would know....
“Well,” Black Doctor Tanner was saying, “speak up. I can’t waste much more time dealing with you. If you have something to say, say it.”
Dal sighed. He lifted Fuzzy down and slipped him gently into his jacket pocket. “These charges against me are not true,” he said.
The Black Doctor shrugged. “Your own crewmates support them with their statements.”
“That’s not the point. They’re not true, and you know it as well as I do. You’ve deliberately rigged them up to build a case against me.”
The Black Doctor’s face turned dark and his hands clenched on the papers on the desk. “Are you suggesting that I have nothing better to do than to rig false charges against one probationer out of seventy-five thousand traveling the galaxy?”
“I’m suggesting that we are alone here,” Dal said. “Nobody else is listening. Just for once, right now, we can be honest. We both know what you’re trying to do to me. I’d just like to hear you admit it once.”
The Black Doctor slammed his fist down on the table. “I don’t have to listen to insolence like this,” he roared.
“Yes, you do,” Dal said. “Just this once. Then I’ll be through.” Suddenly Dal’s words were tumbling out of control, and his whole body was trembling with anger. “You have been determined from the very beginning that I should never finish the medical training that I started. You’ve tried to block me time after time, in every way you could think of. You’ve almost succeeded, but never quite made it until this time. But now you have to make it. If that contract were to go through I’d get my Star, and you’d never again be able to do anything about it. So it’s now or never if you’re going to break me.”
“Nonsense!” the Black Doctor stormed. “I wouldn’t lower myself to meddle with your kind. The charges speak for themselves.”
“Not if you look at them carefully. You claim I failed to notify Hospital Earth that we had entered a plague area—but our records of our contact with the planet prove that we did only what any patrol ship would have done when the call came in. We didn’t have enough information to know that there was a plague there, and when we finally did know the truth we could no longer make contact with Hospital Earth. You claim that I brought harm to two hundred of the natives there, yet if you study our notes and records, you will see that our errors there were unavoidable. We couldn’t have done anything else under the circumstances, and if we hadn’t done what we did, we would have been ignoring the basic principles of diagnosis and treatment which we’ve been taught. And your charges don’t mention that by possibly harming two hundred of the Bruckians, we found a way to save two million of them from absolute destruction.”
The Black Doctor glared at him. “The charges will stand up, I’ll see to that.”
“Oh, I’m sure you will! You can ram them through and make them stick before anybody ever has a chance to examine them carefully. You have the power to do it. And by the time an impartial judge could review all the records, your survey ship will have been there and gathered so much more data and muddied up the field so thoroughly that no one will ever be certain that the charges aren’t true. But you and I know that they wouldn’t really hold up under inspection. We know that they’re false right down the line and that you’re the one who is responsible for them.”
The Black Doctor grew darker, and he trembled with rage as he drew himself to his feet. Dal could feel his hatred almost like a physical blow and his voice was almost a shriek.
“All right,” he said, “if you insist, then the charges are lies, made up specifically to break you, and I’m going to push them through if I have to jeopardize my reputation to do it. You could have bowed out gracefully at any time along the way and saved yourself dishonor and disgrace, but you wouldn’t do it. Now, I’m going to force you to. I’ve worked my lifetime long to build the reputation of Hospital Earth and of the Earthmen that go out to all the planets as representatives. I’ve worked to make the Confederation respect Hospital Earth and the Earthmen who are her doctors. You don’t belong here with us. You forced yourself in, you aren’t an Earthman and you don’t have the means or resources to be a doctor from Hospital Earth. If you succeed, a thousand others will follow in your footsteps, chipping away at the reputation that we have worked to build, and I’m not going to allow one incompetent alien bungler pretending to be a surgeon to walk in and destroy the thing I’ve fought to build—”
The Black Doctor’s voice had grown shrill, almost out of control. But now suddenly he broke off, his mouth still working, and his face went deathly white. The finger he was pointing at Dal wavered and fell. He clutched at his chest, his breath coming in great gasps and staggered back into the chair. “Something’s happened,” his voice croaked. “I can’t breathe.”
Dal stared at him in horror for a moment, then leaped across the room and jammed his thumb against the alarm bell.
The Trial
Red Doctor Dal Timgar knew at once that there would be no problem in diagnosis here. The Black Doctor slumped back in his seat, gasping for air, his face twisted in pain as he labored just to keep on breathing. Tiger and Jack burst into the room, and Dal could tell that they knew instantly what had happened.
“Coronary,” Jack said grimly.
Dal nodded. “The question is, just how bad.”
“Get the cardiograph in here. We’ll soon see.”
But the electrocardiograph was not needed to diagnose the nature of the trouble. All three doctors had seen the picture often enough—the sudden, massive blockage of circulation to the heart that was so common to creatures with central circulatory pumps, the sort of catastrophic accident which could cause irreparable crippling or sudden death within a matter of minutes.
Tiger injected some medicine to ease the pain, and started oxygen to help the labored breathing, but
