" "That again"," agreed Harriman. "Now and forever. Hear me out. Three years ago, when we were crowded into moving the Arizona power pile out into s.p.a.ce, it looked as if we had a bonus in the shape of interplanetary travel. Some of you here joined with me in forming s.p.a.ceways, Incorporated, for experimentation, exploration-and exploitation.
"s.p.a.ce was conquered; rockets that could establish orbits around the globe could be modified to get to the Moon-and from there, anywhere! It was just a matter of doing it. The problems remaining were financial-and political.
"In fact, the real engineering problems of s.p.a.ce travel have been solved since World World II.
Conquering s.p.a.ce has long been a matter of money and politics. But it did seem that the Harper-Erickson process, with its concomitant of a round-the-globe rocket and a practical economical rocket fuel, had at last made it a very present thing, so close indeed that I did not object when the early allotments of fuel from the satellite were earmarked for industrial power."
He looked around. "I shouldn"t have kept quiet. I should have squawked and brought pressure and made a hairy nuisance of myself until you allotted fuel to get rid of me. For now we have missed our best chance. The satellite is gone; the source of fuel is gone. Even the shuttle rocket is gone. We are back where we were in 1950. Therefore-"
He paused again. "Therefore-I propose that we build a s.p.a.ce ship and send it to the Moonl"
Dixon broke the silence. "Delos, have you come unzipped? You just said that it was no longer possible.
Now you say to build one."
"I didn"t say it was impossible; I said we had missed our best chance. The time is overripe for s.p.a.ce travel. This globe grows more crowded every day. In spite of technical advances the daily food intake on this planet is lower than it was thirty years ago-and we get 46 new babies every minute, 65,000 every day, 25,000,000 every year. Our race is about to burst forth to the planets; if we"ve got the initiative G.o.d promised an oyster we will help it along!
"Yes, we missed our best chance-but the engineering details can be solved. The real question is who"s going to foot the bill? That is why I address you gentlemen, for right here in this room is the financial capital of this planet."
Morgan stood up. "Mr. Chairman, if all company business is finished, I ask to be excused."
Dixon nodded. Harriman said, "So long, Phineas. Don"t let me keep you. Now, as I was saying, it"s a money problem and here is where the money is. I move we finance a trip to the Moon."The proposal produced no special excitement; these men knew Harriman. Presently Dixon said, "Is there a second to D.D."s proposal?"
"Just a minute, Mr. Chairman-" It was Jack Entenza, president of Two-Continents Amus.e.m.e.nt Corporation. "I want to ask Delos some questions." He turned to Harriman. "D.D., you know I strung along when you set up s.p.a.ceways. It seemed like a cheap venture and possibly profitable in educational and scientific values-I never did fall for s.p.a.ce liners plying between planets; that"s fantastic. I don"t mind playing along with your dreams to a moderate extent, but how do you propose to get to the Moon? As you say, you are fresh out of fuel."
Harriman was still grinning. "Don"t kid me, Jack, I know why you came along. You weren"t interested in science; you"ve never contributed a dime to science. You expected a monopoly on pix and television for your chain. Well, you"ll get "em, if you stick with me-otherwise I"ll sign up "Recreations, Unlimited"; they"ll pay just to have you in the eye."
Entenza looked at him suspiciously. "What will it cost me?"
"Your other shirt, your eye teeth, and your wife"s wedding ring-unless "Recreations" will pay more."
"d.a.m.n you, Delos, you"re crookeder than a dog"s hind leg."
"From you, Jack, that"s a compliment. We"ll do business. Now as to how I"m going to get to the Moon, that"s a silly question. There"s not a man in here who can cope with anything more complicated in the way of machinery than a knife and fork. You can"t tell a left-handed monkey wrench from a reaction engine, yet you ask me for blue prints of a s.p.a.ce ship.
"Well, I"ll tell you how I"ll get to the Moon. I"ll hire the proper brain boys, give them everything they want, see to it that they have all the money they can use, sweet talk them into long hours-then stand back and watch them produce. I"ll run it like the Manhattan Project-most of you remember the A-bomb job; shucks, some of you can remember the Mississippi Bubble. The chap that headed up the Manhattan Project didn"t know a neutron from Uncle George-but he got results. They solved that trick four ways. That"s why I"m not worried about fuel; we"ll get a fuel. We"ll get several fuels."
Dixon said, "Suppose it works? Seems to me you"re asking us to bankrupt the company for an exploit with no real value, aside from pure science, and a one-shot entertainment exploitation. I"m not against you-I wouldn"t mind putting in ten, fifteen thousand to support a worthy venture-but I can"t see the thing as a business proposition."
Harriman leaned on his fingertips and stared down the long table. "Ten or fifteen thousand gum drops!
Dan, I mean to get into you for a couple of megabucks at least--and before we"re through you"ll be hollering for more stock. This is the greatest real estate venture since the Pope carved up the New World. Don"t ask me what we"ll make a profit on; I can"t itemize the a.s.sets-but I can lump them. The a.s.sets are a planet-a whole planet, Dan, that"s never been touched. And more planets beyond it. If we can"t figure out ways to swindle a few fast bucks out of a sweet set-up like that then you and I had better both go on relief. It"s like having Manhattan Island offered to you for twenty-four dollars and a case of whiskey."
Dixon grunted. "You make it sound like the chance of a lifetime."
"Chance of a lifetime, nuts! This is the greatest chance in all history. It"s raining soup; grab yourself a bucket."
Next to Entenza sat Gaston P. Jones, director of Trans-America and half a dozen other banks, one of therichest men in the room. He carefully removed two inches of cigar ash, then said dryly, "Mr. Harriman, I will sell you all of my interest in the Moon, present and future, for fifty cents."
Harriman looked delighted. "Sold!"
Entenza had been pulling at his lower lip and listening with a brooding expression on his face. Now he spoke up. "Just a minute, Mr. Jones-I"ll give you a dollar for it."
"Dollar fifty," answered Harriman.
"Two dollars," Entenza answered slowly.
"Five!"
They edged each other up. At ten dollars Entenza let Harriman have it and sat back, still looking thoughtful. Harriman looked happily around. "Which one of you thieves is a lawyer?" he demanded. The remark was rhetorical; out of seventeen directors the normal percentage-eleven, to be exact-were lawyers. "Hey, Tony," he continued, "draw me up an instrument right now that will tie down this transaction so that it couldn"t be broken before the Throne of G.o.d. All of Mr. Jones" interests, rights, t.i.tle, natural interest, future interests, interests held directly or through ownership of stock, presently held or to be acquired, and so forth and so forth. Put lots of Latin in it. The idea is that every interest in the Moon that Mr. Jones now has or may acquire is mine-for a ten spot, cash in hand paid." Harri-man slapped a bill down on the table. "That right, Mr. Jones?"
Jones smiled briefly. "That"s right, young fellow." He pocketed the bill. "I"ll frame this for my grandchildren-to show them how easy it is to make money." Entenza"s eyes darted from Jones to Harriman.
"Goodl" said Harriman. "Gentlemen, Mr. Jones has set a market price for one human being"s interest in our satellite. With around three billion persons on this globe that sets a price on the Moon of thirty billion dollars." He hauled out a wad of money. "Any more suckers? I"m buying every share that"s offered, ten bucks a copy."
"I"ll pay twenty!" Entenza rapped out.
Harriman looked at him sorrowfully. "Jack-don"t do that! We"re on the same team. Let"s take the shares together, at ten."
Dixon pounded for order. "Gentlemen, please conduct such transactions after the meeting is adjourned.
Is there a second to Mr. Harriman"s motion?"
Gaston Jones said, "I owe it to Mr. Harriman to second his motion, without prejudice. Let"s get on with a vote."
No one objected; the vote was taken. It went eleven to three against Harriman-Harriman, Strong, and Entenza for; all others against. Harriman popped up before anyone could move to adjourn and said, "I expected that. My real purpose is this: since the company is no longer interested in s.p.a.ce travel, will it do me the courtesy of selling me what I may need of patents, processes, facilities, and so forth now held by the company but relating to s.p.a.ce travel and not relating to the production of power on this planet? Our brief honeymoon with the power satellite built up a backlog; I want to use it. Nothing formal-just a vote that it is the policy of the company to a.s.sist me in any way not inconsistent with the primary interest of the company. How about it, gentlemen? It"ll get me out of your hair."
Jones studied his cigar again. "I see no reason why we should not accommodate him, gentlemen... and Ispeak as the perfect disinterested party."
"I think we can do it, Delos," agreed Dixon, "only we won"t sell you anything, we"ll lend it to you. Then, if you happen to hit the jackpot, the company still retains an interest. Has anyone any objection?" he said to the room at large. "
There was none; the matter was recorded as company policy and the meeting was adjourned. Harriman stopped to whisper with Entenza and, finally, to make an appointment. Gaston Jones stood near the door, speaking privately with Chairman Dixon. He beckoned to Strong, Harriman"s partner. "George, may I ask a personal question?"
"I don"t guarantee to answer. Go ahead."
"You"ve always struck me as a level-headed man. Tell me-why do you string along with Harriman?
Why, the man"s mad as a hatter."
Strong looked sheepish. "I ought to deny that, he"s my friend... but I can"t. But dawggone it! Every time Delos has a wild hunch, it turns out to be the real thing. I hate to string along-it makes me nervous-but I"ve learned to trust his hunches rather than another man"s sworn financial report."
Jones c.o.c.ked one brow. "The Midas touch, eh?"
"You could call it that."
"Well, remember what happened to King Midas-in the long run. Good day, gentlemen."
Harriman had left Entenza; Strong joined him. Dixon stood staring at them, his face very thoughtful.
CHAPTER TWO.
HARRIMAN"S HOME had been built at the time when everyone who could was decentralizing and going underground. Above ground there was a perfect little Cape Cod cottage-the clapboards of which concealed armor plate- and most delightful, skillfully landscaped grounds; below ground there was four or five times as much floors.p.a.ce, immune to anything but a direct hit and possessing an independent air supply with reserves for one thousand hours. During the Crazy Years the conventional wall surrounding the grounds had been replaced by a wall which looked the same but which would stop anything short of a broaching tank-nor were the gates weak points; their gadgets were as personally loyal as a well-trained dog.
Despite its fortress-like character the house was comfortable. It was also very expensive to keep up.
Harriman did not mind the expense; Charlotte liked the house and it gave her something to do. When they were first married she had lived uncomplainingly in a cramped flat over a grocery store; if Charlotte now liked to play house in a castle, Harriman did not mind.
But he was again starting a shoe-string venture; the few thousand per month of ready cash represented by the household expenses might, at some point in the game, mean the difference between success and the sheriff"s bailiffs. That night at dinner, after the servants fetched the coffee, and port, he took up the matter.
"My dear, I"ve been wondering how you would like a few months in Florida."
His wife stared at him. "Florida? Delos, is your mind wandering? Florida is unbearable at this time of the year.""Switzerland, then. Pick your own spot. Take a real vacation, as long as you like."
"Delos, you are up to something."
Harriman sighed. Being "up to something" was the unnameable and unforgivable crime for which any American male could be indicted, tried, convicted, and sentenced in one breath. He wondered how things had gotten rigged so that the male half of the race must always behave to suit feminine rules and feminine logic, like a snotty-nosed school boy in front of a stern teacher.
"In a way, perhaps. We"ve both agreed that this house is a bit of a white elephant. I was thinking of closing it, possibly even of disposing of the land- it"s worth more now than when we bought it. Then, when we get around to it, we could build something more modern and a little less like a bombproof."
Mrs. Harriman was temporarily diverted. "Well, I have thought it might be nice to build another place, Delos-say a little chalet tucked away in the mountains, nothing ostentatious, not more than two servants, or three. But we won"t close this place until it"s built, Delos-after all, one must live somewhere."
"I was not thinking of building right away," he answered cautiously.
"Why not? We"re not getting any younger, Delos; if we are to enjoy the good things of life we had better not make delays. You needn"t worry about it; I"ll manage everything."
Harriman turned over in his mind the possibility of letting her build to keep her busy. If he earmarked the cash for her "little chalet," she would live in a hotel nearby wherever she decided to build it-and he could sell this monstrosity they were sitting in. With the nearest roadcity now less than ten miles away, the land should bring more than Charlotte"s new house would cost and he would be rid of the monthly drain on his pocketbook.
"Perhaps you are right," he agreed. "But suppose you do build at once; you won"t be living here; you"ll be supervising every detail of the new place. I say we should unload this place; it"s eating its head off in taxes, upkeep, and running expenses."
She shook her head. "Utterly out of the question, Delos. This is my home."
He ground out an almost unsmoked cigar. "I"m sorry, Charlotte, but you can"t have it both ways. If you build, you can"t stay here. If you stay here, we"ll close these below-ground catacombs, fire about a dozen of the parasites I keep stumbling over, and live in the cottage on the surface. I"m cutting expenses."
"Discharge the servants? Delos, if you think that I will undertake to make a home for you without a proper staff, you can just-"
"Stop it." He stood up and threw his napkin down. "It doesn"t take a squad of servants to make a home.
When we were first married you had no servants-and you washed and ironed my shirts in the bargain.
But we had a home then. This place is owned by that staff you speak of. Well, we"re getting rid of them, all but the cook and a handy man."
She did not seem to hear. "Delos! sit down and behave yourself. Now what"s all this about cutting expenses? Are you in some sort of trouble? Are you? Answer me!"
He sat down wearily and answered, "Does a man have to be in trouble to want to cut out unnecessary expenses?"
"In your case, yes. Now what is it? Don"t try to evade me.""Now see here, Charlotte, we agreed a long time ago that I would keep business matters in the office. As for the house, we simply don"t need a house this size. It isn"t as if we had a pa.s.sel of kids to fill up-"
"Oft! Blaming me for that again!"
"Now see here, Charlotte," he wearily began again, "I never did blame you and I"m not blaming you now. All I ever did was suggest that we both see a doctor and find out what the trouble was we didn"t have any kids. And for twenty years you"ve been making me pay for that one remark. But that"s all over and done with now; I was simply making the point that two people don"t fill up twenty-two rooms. I"ll pay a reasonable price for a new house, if you want it, and give you an ample household allowance." He started to say how much, then decided not to. "Or you can close this place and live in the cottage above.
It"s just that we are going to quit squandering money-for a while."
She grabbed the last phrase. " "For a while." What"s going on, Delos? What are you going to squander money on?" When he did not answer she went on. "Very well, if you won"t tell me, I"ll call George. He will tell me."
"Don"t do that, Charlotte. I"m warning you. I"ll-"
"You"ll what!" She studied his face. "I don"t need to talk to George; I can tell by looking at you. You"ve got the same look on your face you had when you came home and told me that you had sunk all our money in those crazy rockets."
"Charlotte, that"s not fair. Skyways paid off. It"s made us a mint of money."
"That"s beside the point. I know why you"re acting so strangely; you"ve got that old trip-to-the-Moon madness again. Well, I won"t stand for it, do you hear? I"ll stop you; I don"t have to put up with it. I"m going right down in the morning and see Mr. Kamens and find out what has to be done to make you behave yourself." The cords of her neck jerked as she spoke.
He waited, gathering his temper before going on. "Charlotte, you have no real cause for complaint. No matter what happens to me, your future is taken care of."
"Do you think I want to be a widow?"
He looked thoughtfully at her. "I wonder."
"Why- Why, you heartless beast." She stood up. "We"ll say no more about it; do you mind?" She left without waiting for an answer.
His "man" was waiting for him when he got to his room. Jenkins got up hastily and started drawing Harriman"s bath. "Beat it," Harriman grunted. "I can undress myself."
"You require nothing more tonight, sir?"
"Nothing. But don"t go unless you feel like it. Sit down and pour yourself a drink. Ed, how long you been married?"
"Don"t mind if I do." The servant helped himself. "Twenty-three years, come May, sir."
"How"s it been, if you don"t mind me asking?"
"Not bad. Of course there have been times-"
"I know what you mean. Ed, if you weren"t working for me, what would you be doing?""Well, the wife and I have talked many times of opening a little restaurant, nothing pretentious, but good.
A place where a gentleman could enjoy a quiet meal of good food."
"Stag, eh?"
"No, not entirely, sir-but there would be a parlor for gentlemen only. Not even waitresses, I"d tend that room myself."
"Better look around for locations, Ed. You"re practically in business."