The Scandal of the Phantom Informers

Socratic Dialogue

By Plutonix

In a candid dialogue on the streets of the bustling market, the renowned philosopher Socrates confronts his old friend Cephalus about the “Reward Money” affair. What follows is a sharp and humorous unravelling of the truth behind this affair, revealing a bizarre tale of phantom informers, questionable laws, and a trail of money that seems to lead everywhere but where it should.

Socrates: (Encountering Cephalus on the streets of Athens, near the bustling market.) Tell me, old friend, what is this great weight that rests upon your shoulders? You look as if you are carrying not a basket of goods, but the entire public purse of our city, and a very empty one at that!

Cephalus: (Sighing and shaking his head.) Ah, Socrates, your observation is as sharp as a newly forged spear. It is not the purse itself, but what is said to have been in it — a vast sum of money, meant to reward our brave guardians for their fight against the city’s vices. But now, it seems the money has vanished, and so too has the trust we placed in those who were meant to safeguard it. I have to add though that all of those under suspicion or arrested are presumed innocent until proven guilty This whole scandal of “Reward Money” has left us with more questions than answers.

Socrates: Questions, you say? Excellent! For where there are questions, there is the hope of wisdom. Come, let us sit by this olive tree and talk. For it seems to me that the problem is not with the money itself, but with the very nature of a “reward” and what it does to a man’s soul. Pray tell, what is this “reward” and to whom is it given? Is it a prize for the fastest runner in the stadium, or perhaps for the most eloquent speaker in the Assembly, who can make a goat sound like a god?

Cephalus: (Chortling bitterly) Would that it were so simple! No, this is money given by our guardians to those who provide information about drug traffickers. It’s meant to be a tool for justice, a way to lure out the snakes from their holes. Now it seems we have to go after the snake charmers as well.

Socrates: A tool for justice, indeed! So, if I understand you, the state pays for secrets, and in doing so, it encourages citizens to act as informers. A noble, if somewhat… mercenary, purpose. But what is this scandal you speak of? Surely, the guardians are merely paying these informers the agreed-upon sum? They haven’t been caught trying to make a deal with the local fishmonger for a cut of his profits, have they?

Cephalus: That is the very question, Socrates! The Crimes Commission has arrested some guardians who, it is suspected, have been taking this money for themselves, or who might have channelled the money for campaign expenses on the eve of the last elections in the Paradise Island. When asked who the informers were to whom they supposedly paid millions, they suddenly clam up, invoking some obscure law called the Official Secrets Act! They claim they cannot reveal the names to protect their sources.

Socrates: Ah! A delightful riddle! So, we have a group of gentlemen who stand accused, and their defence is, “We cannot tell you to whom we gave the money because that would be revealing a secret.” It is a bit like a baker caught with two loaves of bread who says, “I cannot tell you whom I gave these loaves to, for their identities must remain a secret!” Would you, Cephalus, accept such an excuse from a baker?

Cephalus: (Smiling despite his frustration) Of course not, Socrates! We would demand to know who received the bread, and if the baker could not produce the recipient, we would assume the bread was his to begin with!

Socrates: And yet, these guardians expect us to believe that the recipient of millions in public funds is so secret, so ethereal, that he cannot be named. One might even conclude that these “informers” are nothing more than ghosts — phantoms summoned to explain away the missing millions!

Socrates: Let us consider this Official Secrets Act. The law, as its name suggests, is designed to protect secrets, is it not?

Cephalus: Yes, to protect the city’s secrets from its enemies, not to protect the secrets of its own guardians from the light of day.

Socrates: Exactly. The law is a shield, but these men are using it as a cloak to hide their secrets. So, we are presented with a paradox: a law designed to protect the state is being used to harm it. For surely, is a state not harmed when its guardians are not held accountable?

Cephalus: It is a grave harm, Socrates! The citizens lose all faith in those meant to protect them. The very concept of justice becomes a laughingstock! One wonders, if all of these millions were paid out, why have we not seen an equal increase in arrests and drug seizures? It seems the money vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a particular aroma…

Socrates: A most pungent aroma, indeed. And what of the numbers themselves? Have you heard any of the figures bandied about in this grand charade?

Cephalus: (Pulling a scroll from his tunic) Oh, I have them right here, from the very lips of our government. In a span of just a few years, payments to “informers” went from a modest sum to an astronomical amount. Just for September and October of last year, a colossal sum of over Rs 50 million was paid out!

Socrates: (His eyes widening comically) Fifty million! By the gods! That is enough to build a thousand temples or pave the entire Acropolis with gold! And you say this was all paid to these phantom informers?

Cephalus: So they claim! And what’s more, for the last two years, the official amount paid to our guardians themselves was “nil.” Zero! Nothing! It seems the only ones deserving of a reward were these invisible, silent spies!

Socrates: (Stroking his beard in feigned contemplation) I see. So the brave, hard-working guardians who risk their lives on the street get no reward, while the ethereal, nameless informers get to be millionaires. It is as if the gods themselves have intervened, showering their blessings upon shadows while ignoring the mortals who do the work!

Socrates: But tell me, Cephalus, what is the ultimate purpose of this Reward Money?

Cephalus: To combat the trade in dangerous drugs, of course. To make our city safer.

Socrates: And does a safe city require that those who make it so become rich through secret and unaccountable means? Do we want our guardians to be motivated by the desire for public funds rather than a love of justice?

Cephalus: Certainly not! Their virtue should be its own reward!

Socrates: (Nodding sagely) So, we have a system that was meant to promote virtue — the virtue of guardians fighting a great evil — but which has, it would seem, cultivated something far more sinister: the vice of greed. The reward, meant to be a means to an end, has become the end itself.

Cephalus: It’s a disaster, Socrates. Some of the guardians are said to have had millions of rupees in their personal accounts, money they claim they “received” on behalf of informers. The “money trail,” as they call it, seems to lead directly to their doorsteps, but they insist it’s just a temporary layover on its way to some anonymous benefactor!

Socrates: (Laughing heartily) Oh, what a peculiar benefactor! One who entrusts millions of rupees to a middleman without a receipt! Such a generous soul must be a god, for no mortal would be so trusting with such a fortune! No, Cephalus, the problem is not with the money itself, but with the darkness in which it was allowed to fester. Like a garden left untended, it has grown weeds instead of virtues.

Cephalus: And what do we do about it, Socrates? How can we restore trust?

Socrates: We must first admit what we see. We must stop pretending that these phantom informers exist in the way they are described. We must demand that our guardians be held to the same standards as the rest of us. The law, like a tool, must be used for its intended purpose — to bring light to the dark corners, not to conceal the darkness.

Cephalus: It seems the Crimes Commission is trying to do just that, but the guardians are fighting them.

Socrates: Of course, they are! For when you shine a light on a parasite, it scurries for the shadows. But the light is the only cure. The city, Cephalus, cannot be made safe by guardians who operate in the shadows. For if their work cannot withstand the light of public scrutiny, how can we be sure they are working for us and not for themselves? Let’s hope that this scandal, as painful as it is, forces us to finally bring these “phantom informers” out of the darkness and into the light.


Mauritius Times ePaper Friday 22 August 2025

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