“Charles Paigow Hart II.”
“And your occupation?”
“A gentleman.”
“And you’re the Patriarch of the Hart Family?”
“As I’m the oldest member, I suppose so.”
“And your residence?”
“The Hart Family has lived on the top floor of the racetrack since my grandfather captured it during the Coup. ”
“And what do you occupy your time with, sir?”
Mr. Hart smiled in amusement. “I’m seventy years old. I like to ride, and paint landscapes, and watch my horses run. I play with my grand-daughter. I’m a bit too fond of eating,” he patted his belly. “But I like to bake from time to time — as a hobby.”
“Very well. The Court has invited you here today because we learned that you’ve had problems with falsified invoices.”
The audience murmured.
Mr. Hart sounded surprised. “Indeed we have.”
“Your Honor,”
