"And executioner, if need be," agreed Trolla.
He watched in silence as the other's jaw hung slackly, then as Quasmin slowly turned red with temper.
"You ... you ... why, ya dirty cop, ya! That's against every law that ever was. They ... they wouldn't let ya!"
"There's no other way. As you said, they can't send out people to hold a trial here. It isn't safe to take you back alone. They couldn't spare more officers to come with me on the off chance you'd be found way out here."
"No matter how far it is, you ain't got any right to do that!"
Quasmin's right hand was beneath his shirt but Trolla, secure within his shield, ignored that.
"Well, then," he said, "if mere distance doesn't put this planet beyond human law, the same goes for you."
"I still have a fair trial comin' then!"
"You're having it right now," Trolla told him.
"Like hell!" Quasmin snarled. He was on his feet now, teetering on his toes. "I know my rights. I oughta be gettin' rescue an' rehabilitation help. You can't do anything but kill me. You got no right!"