'The truth— He was just another Ollie North. Patriotic to the point where little niceties like the law don't particularly matter.'
They reached the chambers and Gideon showed his identification to the guard. After a moment he opened the door for him. The guard glanced at the crutches and asked, 'Do you need any help, sir?'
'No, thanks, I'll manage.'
He moved laboriously to the table before the committee. They had him raise his hand and swear to God to tell the truth.
Gideon looked at the cameras, microphones, and television monitors clustered in the room and had the ominous sensation that Julia's God was listening.
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