The courtroom was a high-ceilinged room in one of the old buildings along 
the Bund, not lavishly furnished. At one end was a raised platform, and on that 
was an old folding table with a red cloth tossed over it. The red cloth had 
gold threads woven through it to make a design: a unicorn or a dragon or some 
shit like that. Bud had trouble discriminating among mythical beasts.