A senator. Jailed for Tax evasion.
As the absence of a single senator would have made it impossible for the senate to vote itself more money, Senator Tulip had been released from prison for the day (he had been put there after it was discovered that he had not paid his taxes for the last twenty years, having covertly forged his own death certificate) and Senator Umbrallaria had been brought from the Rebus Rokroth (in which asylum he had been therapeutically incarcerated ever since his perfectly acceptable habit of holding long conversations with the spirits of his ancestors had changed to the unacceptable habit of shouting at them).
Even Senator Yesteryarn had put in an appearance, though he was ninety-nine years old and had died the day before. He had been propped up in his seat with a cushion and a block of wood, his face glossed with makeup and his jaw tied shut with a length of clear nylon fishing line. He looked healthier and happier than he had looked for the last thirty years. [WoH Ch6]
Upon which Senator Tulip - a man eager to win friends and influence people, since he was still a disgraced tax defaulter, even though he had recently been released from jail - rose to formally propose that the senate officially thank the Family Jubiladilia for its salvage work on the Zuzu Magore.
As supporting speeches got underway, Heineman's thoughts began to wander. The speeches largely meaningless jawbone exercises, like most political speeches. [EoH Ch5]
But when the presidential party was shown to the records office, they were greeted by none other than Senator Tulip, who, though he could be called many things, could scarcely be called reliable. The man was three times a tax defaulter, and had recently been indicted for smuggling xzinither, which was a capital offence.
'Tulip!' said Heineman in surprise. 'What are you doing here?' [NoP Ch2]