Harriman asked the Almighty why he had been delivered into the hands of the Philistines. He then turned back to his partner. "I could tell you why, the real "why," but you wouldn"t understand me. You want to know why in terms of cash, don"t you? You want to know how Harriman & Strong and Harriman Enterprises can show a profit, don"t you?"

"Yes," admitted Strong, "and don"t give me any guff about tourist trade and fabulous lunar jewels. I"ve had it."

"You ask me to show figures on a brand-new type of enterprise, knowing I can"t. It"s like asking the Wright brothers at Kitty Hawk to estimate how much money Curtiss-Wright Corporation would someday make out of building airplanes. I"ll put it another way. You didn"t want us to go into plastic houses, did you? If you had had your way we would still be back in Kansas City, subdividing cow pastures and showing rentals."

Strong shrugged.

"How much has New World Homes made to date?"

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the partnership. "Uh... $172,946,004.62, after taxes, to the end of the last fiscal year. The running estimate to date is-"

"Never mind. What was our share in the take?"

"Well, uh, the partnership, exclusive of the piece you took personally and then sold to me later, has benefited from New World Homes during the same period by $13,010,4-57.20, ahead of personal taxes. Delos, this double taxation has got to stop. Penalizing thrift is a sure way to run this country straight into-""Forget it, forget it! How much have we made out of Skyblast Freight and Antipodes Transways?"

Strong told him.

"And yet I had to threaten you with bodily harm to get you to put up a dime to buy control of the injector patent. You said rockets were a pa.s.sing fad."

"We were lucky," objected Strong. "You had no way of knowing that there would be a big uranium strike in Australia. Without it, the Skyways group would have left us in the red. For that matter New World Homes would have failed, too, if the roadtowns hadn"t come along and given us a market out from under local building codes."

"Nuts on both points. Fast transportation will pay; it always has. As for New World, when ten million families need new houses and we can sell "em cheap, they"ll buy. They won"t let building codes stop them, not permanently. We gambled on a certainty. Think back, George: what ventures have we lost money on and what ones have paid off? Everyone of my crack-brain ideas has made money, hasn"t it?

And the only times we"ve lost our ante was on conservative, blue-chip investments."

"But we"ve made money on some conservative deals, too," protested Strong.

"Not enough to pay for your yacht. Be fair about it, George; the Andes Development Company, the integrating pantograph patent, every one of my wildcat schemes I"ve had to drag you into-and every one of them paid."

"I"ve had to sweat blood to make them pay," Strong grumbled.

"That"s why we are partners. I get a wildcat by the tail; you harness him and put him to work. Now we go to the Moon-and you"ll make it pay."

"Speak for yourself. I"m not going to the Moon."

"I am."

"Hummph! Delos, granting that we have gotten rich by speculating on your hunches, it"s a steel-clad fact that if you keep on gambling you lose your shirt. There"s an old saw about the pitcher that went once too often to the well."

"d.a.m.n it, George-I"m going to the Moon! If you won"t back me up, let"s liquidate and I"ll do it alone."

Strong drummed on his desk top. "Now, Delos, n.o.body said anything about not backing you up."

"Fish or cut bait. Now is the opportunity and my mind"s made up. I"m going to be the Man in the Moon."

"Well... let"s get going. We"ll be late to the meeting."

As they left their joint office, Strong, always penny conscious, was careful to switch off the light.

Harriman had seen him do so a thousand times; this time he commented. "George, how about a light switch that turns off automatically when you leave a room?"

"Hmm-but suppose someone were left in the room?"

"Well... hitch it to stay on only when someone was in the room-key the switch to the human body"s heat radiation, maybe.""Too expensive and too complicated."

"Needn"t be. I"ll turn the idea over to Ferguson to fiddle with. It should be no larger than the present light switch and cheap enough so that the power saved in a year will pay for it."

"How would it work?" asked Strong.

"How should I know? I"m no engineer; that"s for Ferguson and the other educated laddies."

Strong objected, "It"s no good commercially. Switching off a light when you leave a room is a matter of temperament. I"ve got it; you haven"t. If a man hasn"t got it, you can"t interest him in such a switch."

"You can if power continues to be rationed. There is a power shortage now; and there will be a bigger one."

"Just temporary. This meeting will straighten it out."

"George, there is nothing in this world so permanent as a temporary emergency. The switch will sell."

Strong took out a notebook and stylus. "I"ll call Ferguson in about it tomorrow."

Harriman forgot the matter, never to think of it again. They had reached the roof; he waved to a taxi, then turned to Strong. "How much could we realize if we unloaded our holdings in Roadways and in Belt Transport Corporation-yes, and in New World Homes?"

"Huh? Have you gone crazy?"

"Probably. But I"m going to need all the cash you can shake loose for me. Roadways and Belt Transport are no good anyhow; we should have unloaded earlier."

"You are crazy! It"s the one really conservative venture you"ve sponsored."

"But it wasn"t conservative when I sponsored it. Believe me, George, road-towns are on their way out.

They are growing moribund, just as the railroads did. In a hundred years there won"t be a one left on the continent. What"s the formula for making money, George?"

"Buy low and sell high."

"That"s only half of it... your half. We"ve got to guess which way things are moving, give them a boost, and see that we are cut in on the ground floor. Liquidate that stuff, George; I"ll need money to operate."

The taxi landed; they got in and took off.

The taxi delivered them to the roof of the Hemisphere Power Building; they went to the power syndicate"s board room, as far below ground as the landing platform was above-in those days, despite years of peace, tyc.o.o.ns habitually came to rest at spots relatively immune to atom bombs. The room did not seem like a bomb shelter; it appeared to be a chamber in a luxurious penthouse, for a "view window"

back of the chairman"s end of the table looked out high above the city, in convincing, live stereo, relayed from the roof.

The other directors were there before them. Dixon nodded as they came in, glanced at his watch finger and said, "Well, gentlemen, our bad boy is here, we may as well begin." He took the chairman"s seat and rapped for order.

"The minutes of the last meeting are on your pads as usual. Signal when ready." Harriman glanced at the summary before him and at once flipped a switch on the table top; a small green light flashed on at hisplace. Most of the directors did the same.

"Who"s holding up the procession?" inquired Harriman, looking around. "Oh-you, George. Get a move on."

"I like to check the figures," his partner answered testily, then flipped his own switch. A larger green light showed in front of Chairman Dixon, who then pressed a b.u.t.ton; a transparency, sticking an inch or two above the table top in front of him lit up with the word RECORDING.

"Operations report," said Dixon and touched another switch. A female voice came out from nowhere.

Harriman followed the report from the next sheet of paper at his place. Thirteen Curie-type power piles were now in operation, up five from the last meeting. The Susquehanna and Charleston piles had taken over the load previously borrowed from Atlantic Roadcity and the roadways of that city were now up to normal speed. It was expected that the Chicago-Angeles road could be restored to speed during the next fortnight. Power would continue to be rationed but the crisis was over.

All very interesting but of no direct interest to Harriman. The power crisis that had been caused by the explosion of the power satellite was being satisfactorily met-very good, but Harriman"s interest in it lay in the fact that the cause of interplanetary travel had thereby received a setback from which it might not recover.

When the Harper-Erickson isotopic artificial fuels had been developed three years before it had seemed that, in addition to solving the dilemma of an impossibly dangerous power source which was also utterly necessary to the economic life of the continent, an easy means had been found to achieve interplanetary travel.

The Arizona power pile had been installed in one of the largest of the Antipodes rockets, the rocket powered with isotopic fuel created in the power pile itself, and the whole thing was placed in an orbit around the Earth. A much smaller rocket had shuttled between satellite and Earth, carrying supplies to the staff of the power pile, bringing back synthetic radioactive fuel for the power-hungry technology of Earth.

As a director of the power syndicate Harriman had backed the power satellite-with a private ax to grind: he expected to power a Moon ship with fuel manufactured in the power satellite and thus to achieve the first trip to the Moon almost at once. He had not even attempted to stir the Department of Defense out of its sleep; he wanted no government subsidy- the job was a cinch; anybody could do it-and Harriman would do it. He had the ship; shortly he would have the fuel.

The ship had been a freighter of his own Antipodes line, her chem-fuel motors replaced, her wings removed. She still waited, ready for fuel-the recommissioned Santa Maria, nee City of Brisbane.

But the fuel was slow in coming. Fuel had to be earmarked for the shuttle rocket; the power needs of a rationed continent came next-and those needs grew faster than the power satellite could turn out fuel.

Far from being ready to supply him for a "useless" Moon trip, the syndicate had seized on the safe but less efficient low temperature uranium-salts and heavy water, Curie-type power piles as a means of using uranium directly to meet the ever growing need for power, rather than build and launch more satellites.

Unfortunately the Curie piles did not provide the fierce star-interior conditions necessary to breeding the isotopic fuels needed for an atomic-powered rocket. Harriman had reluctantly come around to the notion that he would have to use political pressure to squeeze the necessary priority for the fuels he wanted for the Santa Maria.

Then the power satellite had blown up.Harriman was stirred out of his brown study by Dixon"s voice. "The operations report seems satisfactory, gentlemen. If there is no objection, it will be recorded as accepted. You will note that in the next ninety days we will be back up to the power level which existed before we were forced to close down the Arizona pile."

"But with no provision for future needs," pointed out Harriman. "There have been a lot of babies born while we have been sitting here."

"Is that an objection to accepting the report, D.D.?"

"No."

"Very well. Now the public relations report-let me call attention to the first item, gentlemen. The vice-president in charge recommends a schedule of annuities, benefits, scholarships and so forth for dependents of the staff of the power satellite and of the pilot of the Charon: see appendix "C"."

A director across from Harriman-Phineas Morgan, chairman of the food trust, Cuisine, Incorporated-protested, "What is this, Ed? Too bad they were killed of course, but we paid them skyhigh wages and carried their insurance to boot. Why the charity?"

Harriman grunted. "Pay it-I so move. It"s peanuts. "Do not bind the mouths of the kine who tread the grain.""

"I wouldn"t call better than nine hundred thousand "peanuts,"" protested Morgan.

"Just a minute, gentlemen-" It was the vice-president in charge of public relations, himself a director. "If you"ll look at the breakdown, Mr. Morgan, you will see that eighty-five percent of the appropriation will be used to publicize the gifts."

Morgan squinted at the figures. "Oh-why didn"t you say so? Well, I suppose the gifts can be considered unavoidable overhead, but it"s a bad precedent."

"Without them we have nothing to publicize."

"Yes, but-"

Dixon rapped smartly. "Mr. Harriman has moved acceptance. Please signal your desires." The tally board glowed green; even Morgan, after hesitation, okayed the allotment. "We have a related item next,"

said Dixon. "A Mrs. -uh, Garfield, through her attorneys, alleges that we are responsible for the congenital crippled condition of her fourth child. The putative facts are that her child was being born just as the satellite exploded and that Mrs. Garfield was then on the meridian underneath the satellite. She wants the court to award her half a million."

Morgan looked at Harriman. "Delos, I suppose that you will say to settle out of court."

"Don"t be silly. We fight it."

Dixon looked around, surprised. "Why, D.D.? It"s my guess we could settle for ten or fifteen thousand-and that was what I was about to recommend. I"m surprised that the legal department referred it to publicity."

"It"s obvious why; it"s loaded with high explosive. But we should fight, regardless of bad publicity. It"s not like the last case; Mrs. Garfield and her brat are not our people. And any dumb fool knows you can"t mark a baby by radioactivity at birth; you have to get at the germ plasm of the previous generation atleast. In the third place, if we let this get by, we"ll be sued for every double-yolked egg that"s laid from now on. This calls for an open allotment for defense and not one d.a.m.ned cent for compromise."

"It might be very expensive," observed Dixon.

"It"ll be more expensive not to fight. If we have to, we should buy the judge."

The public relations chief whispered to Dixon, then announced, "I support Mr. Harriman"s view. That"s my department"s recommendation."

It was approved. "The next item," Dixon went on, "is a whole sheaf of suits arising out of slowing down the roadcities to divert power during the crisis. They alleged loss of business, loss of time, loss of this and that, but they are all based on the same issue. The most touchy, perhaps, is a stockholder"s suit which claims that Roadways and this company are so interlocked that the decision to divert the power was not done in the interests of the stockholders of Roadways. Delos, this is your pidgin; want to speak on it?"

"Forget it."

"Why?"

"Those are shotgun suits. This corporation is not responsible; I saw to it that Roadways volunteered to sell the power because I antic.i.p.ated this. And the directorates don"t interlock; not on paper, they don"t.

That"s why dummies were born. Forget it-for every suit you"ve got there, Roadways has a dozen.

We"ll beat them."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Well-" Harriman lounged back and hung a knee over the arm of his chair. "-a good many years ago I was a Western Union messenger boy. While waiting around the office I read everything I could lay hands on, including the contract on the back of the telegram forms. Remember those? They used to come in big pads of yellow paper; by writing a message on the face of the form you accepted the contract in the fine print on the back- only most people didn"t realize that. Do you know what that contract obligated the company to do?"

"Send a telegram, I suppose."

"It didn"t promise a durn thing. The company offered to attempt to deliver the message, by camel caravan or snail back, or some equally streamlined method, if convenient, but in event of failure, the company was not responsible. I read that fine print until I knew it by heart. It was the loveliest piece of prose I had ever seen. Since then all my contracts have been worded on the same principle. Anybody who sues Roadways will find that Roadways can"t be sued on the element of time, because time is not of the essence. In the event of complete non-performance-which hasn"t happened yet- Roadways is financially responsible only for freight charges or the price of the personal transportation tickets. So forget it."

Morgan sat up. "D.D., suppose I decided to run up to my country place tonight, by the roadway, and there was a failure of some sort so that I didn"t get there until tomorrow? You mean to say Roadways is not liable?"

Harriman grinned. "Roadways is not liable even if you starve to death on the trip. Better use your copter." He turned back to Dixon. "I move that we stall these suits and let Roadways carry the ball for us."

"The regular agenda being completed," Dixon announced later, "time is allotted for our colleague, Mr.Harriman, to speak on a subject of his own choosing. He has not listed a subject in advance, but we will listen until it is your pleasure to adjourn."

Morgan looked sourly at Harriman. "I move we adjourn."

Harriman grinned. "For two cents I"d second that and let you die of curiosity." The motion failed for want of a second. Harriman stood up.

"Mr. Chairman, friends-" He then looked at Morgan. "-and a.s.sociates. As you know, I am interested in s.p.a.ce travel."

Dixon looked at him sharply. "Not that again, DelosI If I weren"t in the chair, I"d move to adjourn myself."