Chapters (27)
- Cover Page
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Part One
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Part Two
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- About the Author
“You bet I will. Maybe you won’t exactly set her against me, maybe you will try scrupulously to be fair, but you know now that she’ll start off believing that you’ve been right and I’m going wrong. You don’t have to be told how she’ll suffer before she gets it untangled. There is the chance that she’ll surprise you, that she’ll want to go to the authorities. You’re the one who’s wrong. You don’t know what you believe—you don’t even see it. The sterility in the housing programs can be traced directly to the thievery going on within it, but you’re going to stay quiet. A man committed a murder for which another paid with his life under a system you oppose, but you’re going to stay quiet about that, too. I’m beginning to see where you’ve missed the point. Marriage is our crowning achievement? A few years ago you aided and abetted a man who was trying to break up my marriage. If you really believed what you said, no matter what you knew about us, or what you thought you knew, you should not have acted. You should have respected our marriage for being a marriage. Even if you thought it wasn’t an honest try, which it was. You saw only a public part, and because of your training you were able to gain an insight into the way it was inside, yet you still helped Palmer, just as you want to forget about Rainbow and be quiet for Norma’s sake about Colin MacIver, all because you can’t help seeing the way people live as a kind of battle. You said game, but you really mean battle. It was Palmer against me, wasn’t it? One man’s needs set against another’s. Now it’s Norma’s against mine. Breaking into your office didn’t frighten me because I had faith in your ability to understand my position once I explained it to you—I didn’t think about it. I didn’t believe I had to. I told Karen the truth, I didn’t know what I was going to do. I swear to you that I can see no alternative—I’m no fool, I’m not going to run down with this to the nearest patrolman. I have to protect my client and myself. There is a way that you can help. Tell her why you thought you were right, then tell her why my position is different, why I’m right, too. She’ll have her best chance if she stays with this, if she acknowledges her continued support of what I have to do. Certainly she’ll be criticized—but by people she doesn’t care about, anyway. No one will dare humiliate her—Herbert Davis would, if she withdrew and condemned me. He could get to me if he could show that I hurt her. He’ll go for her throat. You can show her how this will protect her—”