Let that thought console you, now that sentence is about to be passed and carried out.″
The agent began to tremble. ″What is the sentence?″ he whispered.
The three judges put their heads together and conferred in an undertone.
Then they nodded, and their spokesman turned to face the prisoner again.
Agent No. BLW/553/c having pleaded guilty to a charge of high treason,
this court unanimously sentences him to pay the penalty prescribed by law. He is to be deprived of all time forthwith.″
″Mercy, mercy!″ shrieked the agent, but his steel-gray briefcase and small cigar had already been snatched away by two gray figures standing beside him.
And then a very strange thing happened. No sooner had the condemned man lost his cigar than he started to become more and more transparent.
His screams grew fainter, too, as he stood there with his head in his hands, dissolving into thin air.
The last that could be seen of him was a little flurry of ash eddying in the breeze, but that soon vanished too.
Silently the men in gray dispersed, judges and spectators alike.
Once the darkness had swallowed them up, the sole reminder of their presence was a chill, gray wind
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