Miles raised his voice a split second before Galeni rounded and swung on them. 'That's not necessary, gentlemen!'
They paused; Galeni, with visible effort, unclenched his fists, if not his jaw, and shrugged them off rather than attempting to throw them bodily across the corridor.
'He'll go like a brother officer if you'll just permit it.' His stern glance added silently,
The colonel cleared his throat. He dared not evade answer to an Imperial Auditor, regardless of what orders for public discretion Haroche might have given him. 'Treason, m'lord.'
'What?' Galeni bellowed, as Miles snapped, 'Horse-shit!' Miles's cautionary hand on Galeni's sleeve stopped more physically violent denial.
Miles took three breaths, for control, and to set Galeni a good example, and said, 'Duv, I'll come see you as soon as I've talked to Haroche, all right?'
Galeni's nostrils flared, but he echoed, 'All right.' His teeth set, fortunately, on any further comment. He managed a reasonably dignified stride down the corridor as the arrest-squad escorted him out.
Miles boiled back toward the reception rooms. In the corridor just outside he was intercepted by a posse consisting of Gregor, Laisa, Delia, and his mother.
'What's going on, Miles?' Gregor asked.
'Why did those men take Duv away?' Laisa added, her eyes wide and alarmed.
'Miles,
Countess Vorkosigan just watched, one arm crossed over her torso, the other hand to her mouth.
'I don't know. And I bloody should know!' Miles sputtered. 'Galeni's just been arrested by ImpSec on'—he stole a glance at Laisa—'some vague charge. By order of Lucas Haroche himself, apparently.'
'I must assume he had a reason …' began Gregor.
'I must assume he made a mistake!' said Delia hotly. 'Cordelia, help!'
Countess Vorkosigan's gaze flicked up, past Miles's shoulder. 'If you want your information ungarbled, go to the source. Here he comes now.'
Miles wheeled to see Haroche round the corner, led by one of Gregor's Armsmen. Haroche's face was no less heavy than his tread. He strode up to the group and gave Gregor a formal nod, 'Sire, and a more abbreviated one to Miles, 'My Lord Auditor. I came as quickly as I could.'
'What the hell is going on, Lucas?' Gregor said quietly. 'ImpSec has just arrested one of my guests from the middle of my reception. I trust you can explain why.' Did Haroche know Gregor well enough to detect the anger under that slight emphasis on the
'My profound apologies, Sire. And to you too, Dr. Toscane. I fully appreciate the awkwardness. But ImpSec's mandate is to keep you—and yours'—a small nod to Laisa—'safe. I was given reason just this evening to suspect the loyalty of the man, and then discovered to my alarm that he was actually in your presence. I may err on the side of caution many times, but I dare not err on the side of carelessness even once. My first priority had to be the physical removal Captain Galeni; everything else, including explanations, could wait.' He glanced at the women, and meaningfully away. 'For those, I am now at your disposal, Sire.'
'Oh.' Gregor turned to Countess Vorkosigan, and made a vague frustrated gesture at Delia and Laisa. 'Cordelia, would you . . . ?'
Countess Vorkosigan smiled very dryly. 'Come, ladies. The gentlemen need to go talk.'
'But I want to know what's going on!' protested Laisa.
'We can get it later. I'll explain the system to you. It's really stupid, but it can be made to work. Which, come to think of it, could also sum up a great many other Vor customs. In the meantime, we need to keep the show going out there'—she nodded toward the reception rooms—'and repair what damages we can from this, ah'—a sharp glance at Haroche, which should have made him wince—'unfortunate exercise in caution.'
'Repair damages, how?' asked Laisa.
'Lie, dear. Alys and I will show you the drill. . . .' Countess Vorkosigan shepherded them away; Delia looked back over her shoulder at Miles, and mouthed,
'We'd better continue this in your office, Sire,'
Haroche murmured. 'We'll want the comconsole. I brought copies of my security system team's report for each of you.' He touched his tunic, and smiled grimly at Miles. 'I figured you'd want to see it as soon as possible, my Lord Auditor.'
'Oh. Good. Yes,' admitted Miles. He fell in behind the two men as they paced down the corridor, and descended the turning stairs at its end; the Armsman brought up the rear, and took up his post outside Gregor's office. Gregor sealed the door behind them.
'My short list shrank abruptly, and unexpectedly,' said Haroche. 'If you will, Sire . . .' He nodded to the comconsole; Gregor turned it on. Haroche slotted one secured data card into the read-slot, and handed its twin to Miles. 'I'm sure you'll want to study this in more detail later, but I can give you the quick synopsis now.
'As frames go, Miles, yours was very nearly perfect. The insertion of your false visit into the Evidence Rooms' log was extremely well executed; my team had the damnedest time finding any trace of how it was done. I was really starting to wonder. Then it occurred to me to have them recheck your retina scan. Your retina scan was subtly altered by your cryo-revival, were you aware?'
Miles shook his head. 'Though I'm not surprised.' A
'It's said that every criminal makes one mistake. In my experience, this isn't necessarily true, but it happened this time. The retina scan on the Evidence Rooms' log was a copy from one made last year, not identical to your current one. As you can see on this overlay.' Haroche made the two scans coalesce above the vid plate of Gregor's comconsole; the alterations sprang out, highlighted in purple, a malignant hungover cyclops stare. 'And so you are cleared, my Lord Auditor.' Haroche opened his hand.
'Thanks,' growled Miles.
'Bear with me. From the evidence, or lack of it, my team says that the Evidence Room comconsole record had to have been altered by a mole program Galeni physically inserted via its read-slot. That machine is one of the isolated ones. There was no other way.'
'Galeni or someone,' Miles corrected.
Haroche shrugged. 'That's not how we tagged Galeni, however. The other point of attack I turned them loose on was of course the buildings own admittance-log. That proved more fruitful. The log was
Haroche sighed. 'The affairs analysts in all our departments have an enormous amount of discretion as to the data they can access. I can't say
'Or somebody using Galeni's comconsole did,' Miles suggested. He felt sick to his stomach. The highlights on the vid display looked like smears of blood. 'Is this really evidence?'
Haroche looked glum. 'It may be all we can get. I'd give my arm to be able to question the man under fast-penta, but he was given the allergy treatment when he was promoted to his current position. Fast-penta would kill him. So we have to build our case the old hard way. Any physical evidence for the crime went up in smoke long ago. We're back to your motivations after all, my Lord Auditor. Which men in the Komarran Affairs analysis