He stood outside in the foyer with the jurists, the lobbyists, the lawyers, the criminals and the just curious. The Supreme Court of appeals was in session. Hedeley said to come by in the morning and the Judge would see him between cases. It was now four o'clock in the afternoon. For the third time Bolton went over and asked the blue-uniformed guard if his message had been delivered. The guard politely but firmly assured him that it had been, and wouldn't he please sit down and wait. "The Judge is a busy man."
He sat. A band of Hare Krishnas wandered in off the mall and began chanting beneath the great alabaster Portal of Justice that had been shipped from earth centuries before at great expense. A bag lady teetered by mumbling something about repo-men. She ducked behind a media kiosk at the sight of the guard, but he ignored her for now and went to usher the Krishnas out.