"The little guy? Yeah, he jabbed the big guy with the bottle. Dirty fighting, I call it, even if he is littler."
"Here they come. Hey shorty, here come the cops. Better melt away quick."
Things were out of focus for the Sirian. He lost the opportunity to "melt away" and was shortly in custody.
The hearing and, later, the trial was so farcical as to be fascinating. He hadn't intended an extensive study of the mores and morals of this primitive culture, but the Sirian couldn't resist the intriguing developments that piled one on top the other.
In the so-called court of law, not a single witness to the actual "murder" appeared, except the terrific blonde. Yet a sizable parade of strangers did appear to identify the accused and testify to his cold-blooded act of violence.
It developed that:
A. Tony was a gangster-politician of some note.
B. Tony had mortal enemies in the underworld.
C. Tony had been deliberately baited.
D. The Sirian had carefully jabbed him in the temple.