While the committee deliberated
behind closed doors, the professor tinkered with Prosecution Exhibit I. She juggled spots, sketched prisms and
Exhibit I (variation):
The professor daydreamed Spade five led against 3N, to the queen and ace. A heart to the king and
partner's ace. I signal even hearts. My like disclosed pair -spades and hearts; my single
suit -clubs. Partner's spade nine holds. My LO jack wins the spade continuation. Partner
gets it: Me...odd clubs. Odd Prism. Declarer...even clubs..3=3=3=4. On the spade king
East's discards the diamond four -even single suit. I exit a diamond and partner gives
count -odd diamonds...and spades. On the next diamond East plays LO. I get it:
A tidy prism
syllogism. On declarer's last diamond I discard a heart and save clubs.
The professor's harbored
nightmare doubts about prism first discards. That inefficient diamond four. Maybe first
discards should give count not parity. Let's see, if I switch round threes...
The chairman herded the
committee in and summarily announced the verdict. "We find Ms.Peep guilty as charged.
Have you anything to say before I pronounce sentence ...Dearie?" He took a
long, smug drag and exhaled. Second-hand smoke shrouded the professor.
A murmured riddle drifted
from the cloud. "Declarer shows out. Every spot, say first, middle and lo, known.
Lo says 'This is my single suit.' Otherwise echo. And...
"Middle first. All is
revealed. Lo and behold the echo. First will be last, last first."
Slam! The chairman's gavel
crashed, punctuating a cruel and unusual sentence: fifteen years to life at hard labor,
developing and implementing espoused defensive principles...prism time.