“But as to the rest of it—don’t do this thing, Vesta! Let the law handle it.”
“The law comes second. He killed my brother; it is my right and my privilege to kill him. . . .”
Cloud became conscious of the fact that Joan was in his mind. “You been here all along?” he flashed.
“In or near. You and I are one, you know,” and Vesta’s voice went on:
“. . . and besides, the law is merciful. Its death is instant. Under my claws and teeth he will live for hours—for a full day, I hope.”
“But officer, can’t you do something?”
“Nothing. The law comes second. As she has said, it is her right and her privilege.”
“But it’s suicide, man—sheer suicide. You know that, don’t you?”
“Not necessarily. She will not be working alone. Whether she lives or dies, however, it is still her right and her privilege.”
Cloud switched to thought. “Nordquist, you can stop this if you want to. Do it.”