"You were in jail—"
"I know, I've been there before."
"But how did you escape?"
"I'm a doctor of some repute," said Hellion. "Or was, until my darker reputation exceeded my reputation for neural surgery. It was simple. I slit my arm and deposited therein the contents of a cigarette. It swelled up like gangrene and they removed me to the hospital. I removed a few guards and lit out in the ambulance. And I am here."
"Why?" Kingman then became thoughtful. "You're not telling me this for mutual friendship, Murdoch. What's on your mind?"
"You were in the clink, too. How did you get out?"
"The court proceedings were under question for procedure. It was further ruled that—"
"I see. You bought your way out."
"I did not—"
"Kingman, you're a lawyer. A smart one, too."