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could beat the drug. Miles would be patient for, oh, three or four seconds at
least. Then, by God, he'd stun him, drag him inside, tie him up till he came
round, and get to the bottom of this before breakfast.
"The drug they say you can't hold anything back."
"It would be pretty useless if you could."
Csurik stood silent a moment.
"Are you trying to conceal some lesser crime on your conscience? Is that the
bargain you wish to strike? An amnesty? It... might be possible. If it's short
of another murder, that is."
"No, lord. I've never killed anybody!"
"Then maybe we can deal. Because if you're innocent, I need to know as soon as
possible. Because it means my work isn't finished here."
"That's... that's the trouble, m'lord." Csurik shuffled, then seemed to come
to some internal decision and stood sturdily. "I'll come in and risk your
drug. And I'll answer anything about me you want to ask.
But you have to promise swear! you won't ask me about... about anything
else. Anybody else."
"Do you know who killed your daughter?"
"Not for sure." Csurik threw his head back defiantly. "I didn't see it. I have
guesses."
"I have guesses too."
"That's as may be, lord. Just so's they don't come from my mouth. That's all I
ask."
Miles holstered his stunner and rubbed his chin. "Hm." A very slight smile
turned one corner of his lip.
"I admit, it would be more elegant to solve this case by reason and
deduction than brute force.
Even so tender a force as fast-penta."
Csurik's head lowered. "I don't know elegant, lord. But I don't want it to be
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from my mouth."
Decision bubbled up in Miles, straightening his spine. Yes. He knew
, now. He had only to run through the proofs, step by chained step. Just like
5-Space math. "Very well. I swear by my word as
Vorkosigan, I shall confine my questions to the facts to which you were an
eyewitness. I will not ask you for conjectures about persons or events for
which you were not present. There, will that do?"
Csurik bit his lip. "Yes, lord. If you keep your word."
"Try me," suggested Miles. His lips wrinkled back on a vulpine smile,
absorbing the implied insult without comment.
Csurik climbed the yard beside Miles as if to an executioner's block. Their
entrance created a tableau of astonishment among Karal and his family,
clustered around their wooden table where Dea was treating
Pym. Pym and Dea looked rather blanker, till Miles made introduction: "Dr.
Dea, get out your fast-penta.
Here's Lem Csurik come to talk with us."
Miles steered Lem to a chair. The hill man sat with his hands clenched. Pym, a
red and purpling bruise showing at the edges of the white tape circling his
chest, took up his stunner and stepped back.
Dr. Dea muttered under his breath to Miles as he got out the hypospray. "How'd
you do that?"
Miles's hand brushed his pocket. He pulled out a sugar cube and held it up,
and grinned through the
C of his thumb and finger. Dea snorted, but pursed his lips with reluctant
respect.
Lem flinched as the hypospray hissed on his arm, as if he expected it to hurt.
"Count backwards from ten," Dea instructed. By the time Lena reached three, he
had relaxed; at zero, he giggled.
"Karal, Ma Karal, Pym, gather round," said Miles. "You are my witnesses. Boys,
stay back and stay quiet. No interruptions, please."
Miles ran through the preliminaries, half a dozen questions designed to set up
a rhythm and kill time while the fast-penta took full effect. Lem Csurik
grinned foolishly, lolling in his chair, and answered them all with sunny good
will. Fast-penta interrogation had been part of Miles's military intelligence
course at the Service Academy. The drug seemed to be working exactly as
advertised, oddly enough.
"Did you return to your cabin that morning, after you spent the night at your
parents'?"
"Yes, m'lord." Lem smiled.
"About what time?"
"Midmorning."
Nobody here had a chrono; that was probably as precise an answer as Miles was
likely to get.
"What did you do when you got there?"
"Called for Harra. She was gone, though. It frightened me that she was gone.
Thought she might've run out on me." Lem hiccoughed. "I want my Harra."
"Later. Was the baby asleep?"
"She was. She woke up when I called for Harra. Started crying again. It goes
right up your spine."
"What did you do then?"
Lem's eyes widened. "I got no milk. She wanted Harra. There's nothing I could
do for her."
"Did you pick her up?"
"No, lord, I let her lay. There was nothing I could do for her. Harra, she'd
hardly let me touch her, she was that nervous about her. Told me I'd drop her
or something."
"You didn't shake her, to stop her screaming?"
"No, lord, I let her lay. I left to look down the path for Harra."
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"Then where did you go?"
Lem blinked. "My sister's. I'd promised to help haul wood for a new cabin.
Bella m'other sister
is getting married, y'see, and "
He was beginning to wander, as was normal for this drug. "Stop," said Miles.
Lem fell silent obediently, swaying slightly in his chair. Miles considered
his next question carefully. He was approaching the fine line, here. "Did you
meet anyone on the path? Answer yes or no."
"Yes."
Dea was getting excited. "Who? Ask him who!"
Miles held up his hand. "You can administer the antagonist now, Dr. Dea."
"Aren't you going to ask him? It could be vital!"
"I can't. I gave my word. Administer the antagonist now, doctor!"
Fortunately, the confusion of two interrogators stopped Lem's mumbled willing
reply to Dea's question. Dea, bewildered, pressed his hypospray against Lem's
arm. Lem's eyes, half-closed, snapped open within seconds. He sat up straight
and rubbed his arm, and his face.
"Who did you meet on the path?" Dea asked him directly.
Lem's lips pressed tight; he looked for rescue to Miles.
Dea looked too. "Why won't you ask him?"
"Because I don't need to," said Miles. "I know precisely who Lem met on the
path, and why he went on and not back. It was Raina's murderer. As I shall
shortly prove. And witness this, Karal, Ma Karal
that information did not come from Lem's mouth. Confirm!" [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]