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The captain of the police squad said: “We know that, Mr. Drake. We are merely looking for other evidence. We already have the necklace.” He reached in his belt pouch and took out a small plastic box. He opened it, disclosing a glittering rope of jewels. “You were seen depositing this in a baggage locker at the spaceship terminal. We have witnesses who saw you, and we had it removed under police supervision.”

Viron Belgezad smiled nastily. “This time you won’t get away, Drake! Stealing anything from the palace of the Shan carries a minimum penalty of twenty years in Thizar Prison.”

Drake said nothing as they took him off to the Royal Police Station and locked him in a cell.

* * * * *

It was late afternoon of the next day when the Prosecutor for the Shan visited Drake’s cell. He was a tall, imposing man, and Drake knew him by reputation as an honest, energetic man.

“Mr. Drake,” he said as he sat down in a chair in the cell, “you have refused to speak to anyone but me. I am, of course, perfectly willing to be of any assistance, but I am afraid I must warn you that any statement made to me will be used against you at the trial.”

Drake leaned back in his own chair. One thing nice about Thizar, he reflected; they had comfortable jails.

“My Lord Prosecutor,” he said, “I’d like to make a statement. As I understand it, Belgezad claims he was gassed, along with a police guard who was with him. When he woke up, the necklace was gone. He didn’t see his assailant.”

“That is correct,” said the Prosecutor.

Drake grinned. That was the way it had to be. Belgezad couldn’t possibly have bribed the cop, so they both had to be gassed.

“If he didn’t see his assailant, how does he know who it was?”

“You were followed from the palace by Jomis Dobigel, who saw you put the necklace into the baggage locker. There are several other witnesses to that.”

Drake leaned forward. “Let me point out, my Lord Prosecutor, that the only evidence you have that I was anywhere near the palace is the word of Jomis Dobigel. And he didn’t see me inside the palace. I was outside the wall.”

The Prosecutor shrugged. “We admit the possibility of an assistant inside the walls of the palace,” he said. “We are investigating that now. But even if we never find your accomplice, we have proof that you were implicated, and that is enough.”

“What proof do you have?” Drake asked blandly.

“Why, the necklace itself, of course!” The Prosecutor looked as though he suspected Drake of having taken leave of his senses.

Drake shook his head. “That necklace is mine. I can prove it. It was made for me by a respectable jeweler on Seladon II. It’s a very good imitation, but it’s a phoney. They aren’t diamonds; they’re simply well-cut crystals of titanium dioxide. Check them if you don’t believe me.”

The Lord Prosecutor looked dumbfounded. “But–what–why–“

Drake looked sad. “I brought it to give to my good friend, the Noble Belgezad. Of course it would be a gross insult to wear them at the Shan’s Coronation, but he could wear them at other functions.

“And how does my good friend repay me? By having me arrested. My Lord Prosecutor, I am a wronged man.”

The Prosecutor swallowed heavily and stood up. “The necklace has, naturally, been impounded by the police. I shall have the stones tested.”

“You’ll find they’re phonies,” Drake said. “And that means one of two things. Either they are not the ones stolen from Belgezad or else Belgezad has mortally insulted his Shan by wearing false jewels to the Coronation.”

“Well! We shall see about this!” said the Lord Prosecutor.

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