The Penal Cluster — Randall Garrett

By the time the dapper baronet stepped out of the machine and paid his driver, the whole area was surrounded by and filled with the well-armed, silent, and careful agents of the Psychodeviant Police.

Poor fish, Houston thought wryly.

Another Controller had been apprehended by the Psychodeviant Police. Another deviant, already tried and found guilty, was ready to be exiled from Earth and imprisoned on one of the Penal Asteroids.

There's just one thing I'd like to know, Houston thought blackly. What in the hell's going on?