"No annuities, Jack? No monies transferred in an irrevocable trust?"

"That"s not the point. You"ll be able to squeeze me-freeze me out."

Harriman waited for Dixon to say something. Dixon finally said, "We wouldn"t squeeze you, Jack-as long as you could prove you had converted every a.s.set you hold. We would let you stay in on a pro rata basis."

Harriman nodded. "That"s right, Jack." He was thinking that any shrinkage in Entenza"s share would give himself and Strong a clear voting majority.

Strong had been thinking of something of the same nature, for he spoke up suddenly, "I don"t like this.

Four equal partners-we can be deadlocked too easily."

Dixon shrugged. "I refuse to worry about it. I am in this because I am betting that Delos can manage to make it profitable."

"We"ll get to the Moon, Dan!"

"I didn"t say that. 1 am betting that you will show a profit whether we get to the Moon or not. Yesterday evening I spent looking over the public records of several of your companies; they were very interesting.

I suggest we resolve any possible deadlock by giving the Director-that"s you, Delos- the power to settle ties. Satisfactory, Entenza?"

"Oh, sure!"

Harriman was worried but tried not to show it. He did not trust Dixon, even bearing gifts. He stood up suddenly. "I"ve got to run, gentlemen. I leave you to Mr. Strong and Mr. Kamens. Come along, Monty."

Kamens, he was sure, would not spill anything prematurely, even to nominal full partners. As for Strong-George, he knew, had not even let his left hand know how many fingers there were on his right.

He dismissed Montgomery outside the door of the partners" personal office and went across the hall.

Andrew Ferguson, chief engineer of Harriman Enterprises, looked up as he came in. "Howdy, Boss.

Say, Mr. Strong gave me an interesting idea for a light switch this morning. It did not seem practical at first but-"

"Skip it. Let one of the boys have it and forget it. You know the line we are on now."

"There have been rumors," Ferguson answered cautiously.

"Fire the man that brought you the rumor. No-send him on a special mission to Tibet and keep him there until we are through. Well, let"s get on with it. I want you to build a Moon ship as quickly as possible."Ferguson threw one leg over the arm of his chair, took out a pen knife and began grooming his nails.

"You say that like it was an order to build a privy."

"Why not? There have been theoretically adequate fuels since way back in "49. You get together the team to design it and the gang to build it; you build it-I pay the bills. What could be simpler?"

Ferguson stared at the ceiling. " "Adequate fuels-"" he repeated dream-ily.

"So I said. The figures show that hydrogen and oxygen are enough to get a step rocket to the Moon and back-it"s just a matter of proper design."

" "Proper design," he says," Ferguson went on in the same gentle voice, then suddenly swung around, jabbed the knife into the scarred desk top and bellowed, "What do you know about proper design?

Where do I get the steels? What do I use for a throat liner? How in the h.e.l.l do I burn enough tons of your crazy mix per second to keep from wasting all my power breaking loose? How can I get a decent ma.s.s-ratio with a step rocket? Why in the h.e.l.l didn"t you let me build a proper ship when we had the fuel?"

Harriman waited for him to quiet down, then said, "What do we do about it, Andy?"

"Hmmm... I was thinking about it as I lay abed last night-and my old lady is sore as h.e.l.l at you; I had to finish the night on the couch. In the first place, Mr. Harriman, the proper way to tackle this is to get a research appropriation from the Department of National Defense. Then you-"

"d.a.m.n it, Andy, you stick to engineering and let me handle the political and financial end of it. I don"t want your advice."

"d.a.m.n it, Delos, don"t go off half-c.o.c.ked. This is engineering I"m talking about. The government owns a whole ma.s.s of former art about rocketry-all cla.s.sified. Without a government contract you can"t even get a peek at it."

"It can"t amount to very much. What can a government rocket do that a Skyways rocket can"t do? You told me yourself that Federal rocketry no longer amounted to anything."

Ferguson looked supercilious. "I am afraid I can"t explain it in lay terms. You will have to take it for granted that we need those government research reports. There"s no sense in spending thousands of dollars in doing work that has already been done."

"Spend the thousands."

"Maybe millions."

"Spend the millions. Don"t be afraid to spend money. Andy, I don"t want this to be a military job." He considered elaborating to the engineer the involved politics back of his decision, thought better of it.

"How bad do you actually need that government stuff? Can"t you get the same results by hiring engineers who used to work for the government? Or even hire them away from the government right now?"

Ferguson pursed his lips. "If you insist on hampering me, how can you expect me to get results?"

"I am not hampering you. I am telling you that this is not a government project. If you won"t attempt to cope with it on those terms, let me know now, so that I can find somebody who will."

Ferguson started playing mumblety-peg on his desk top. When he got to "noses"-and missed-he said quietly, "I mind a boy who used to work for the government at White Sands. He was a very smart ladindeed-design chief of section."

"You mean he might head up your team?"

"That was the notion."

"What"s his name? Where is he? Who"s he working for?"

"Well, as it happened, when the government closed down White Sands, it seemed a shame to me that a good boy should be out of a job, so I placed him with Skyways. He"s maintenance chief engineer out on the Coast."

"Maintenance? What a h.e.l.l of a job for a creative man! But you mean he"s working for us now? Get him on the screen. No-call the coast and have them send him here in a special rocket; we"ll all have lunch together."

"As it happens," Ferguson said quietly, "I got up last night and called him-that"s what annoyed the Missus. He"s waiting outside. Coster-Bob Coster."

A slow grin spread over Harriman"s face. "Andy! You black-hearted old scoundrel, why did you pretend to balk?"

"I wasn"t pretending. I like it here, Mr. Harriman. Just as long as you don"t interfere, I"ll do my job. Now my notion is this: we"ll make young Coster chief engineer of the project and give him his head. I won"t joggle his elbow; I"ll just read the reports. Then you leave him alone, d"you hear me? Nothing makes a good technical man angrier than to have some incompetent nitwit with a check book telling him how to do his job."

"Suits. And I don"t want a penny-pinching old fool slowing him down, either. Mind you don"t interfere with him, either, or I"ll jerk the rug out from under you. Do we understand each other?"

"I think we do."

"Then get him in here."

Apparently Ferguson"s concept of a "lad" was about age thirty-five, for such Harriman judged Coster to be. He was tall, lean, and quietly eager. Harriman braced him immediately after shaking hands with, "Bob, can you build a rocket that will go to the Moon?"

Coster took it without blinking. "Do you have a source of X-fuel?" he countered, giving the rocket man"s usual shorthand for the isotope fuel formerly produced by the power satellite.

"No."

Coster remained perfectly quiet for several seconds, then answered, "I can put an unmanned messenger rocket on the face of the Moon."

"Not good enough. I want it to go there, land, and come back. Whether it lands here under power or by atmosphere braking is unimportant."

It appeared that Coster never answered promptly; Harriman had the fancy that he could hear wheels turning over in the man"s head. "That would be a very expensive job."

"Who asked you how much it would cost? Can you do it?""I could try."

"Try, h.e.l.l. Do you think you can do it? Would you bet your shirt on it? Would you be willing to risk your neck in the attempt? If you don"t believe in yourself, man, you"ll always lose."

"How much will you risk, sir? I told you this would be expensive-and I doubt if you have any idea how expensive."

"And I told you not to worry about money. Spend what you need; it"s my job to pay the bills. Can you do it?"

"I can do it. I"ll let you know later how much it will cost and how long it will take."

"Good. Start getting your team together. Where are we going to do this, Andy?" he added, turning to Ferguson. "Australia?"

"No." It was Coster who answered. "It can"t be Australia; I want a mountain catapult. That will save us one step-combination."

"How big a mountain?" asked Harriman. "Will Pikes Peak do?"

"It ought to be in the Andes," objected Ferguson. "The mountains are taller and closer to the equator.

After all, we own facilities there-or the Andes Development Company does."

"Do as you like, Bob," Harriman told Coster. "I would prefer Pikes Peak, but it"s up to you." He was thinking that there were tremendous business advantages to locating Earth"s s.p.a.ce port $1 inside the United States-and he could visualize the advertising advantage of having Moon ships blast off from the top of Pikes Peak, in plain view of everyone for hundreds of miles to the East.

"I"ll let you know."

"Now about salary. Forget whatever it was we were paying you; how much do you want?"

Coster actually gestured, waving the subject away. "I"ll work for coffee and cakes."

"Don"t be silly."

"Let me finish. Coffee and cakes and one other thing: I get to make the trip."

Harriman blinked. "Well, I can understand that," he said slowly. "In the meantime I"ll put you on a drawing account." He added, "Better calculate for a three-man ship, unless you are a pilot."

"I"m not."

"Three men, then. You see, I"m going along, too."

CHAPTER FOUR.

"A GOOD THING YOU DECIDED to come in, Dan," Harriman was saying, "or you would find yourself out of a job. I"m going to put an awful crimp in the power company before I"m through with this."

Dixon b.u.t.tered a roll. "Really? How?"

"We"ll set up high-temperature piles, like the Arizona job, just like the one that blew up, around thecorner on the far face of the Moon. We"ll remote-control them; if one explodes it won"t matter. And I"ll breed more X-fuel in a week than the company turned out in three months. Nothing personal about it; it"s just that I want a source of fuel for interplanetary liners. If we can"t get good stuff here, we"ll have to make it on the Moon."

"Interesting. But where do you propose to get the uranium for six piles? The last I heard the Atomic Energy Commission had the prospective supply earmarked twenty years ahead."

"Uranium? Don"t be silly; we"ll get it on the Moon."

"On the Moon? Is there uranium on the Moon?"

"Didn"t you know? I thought that was why you decided to join up with me?"

"No, I didn"t know," Dixon said deliberately. "What proof have you?"

"Me? I"m no scientist, but it"s a well-understood fact. Spectroscopy, or something. Catch one of the professors. But don"t go showing too much interest; we aren"t ready to show our hand." Harriman stood up. "I"ve got to run, or I"ll miss the shuttle for Rotterdam. Thanks for the lunch." He grabbed his hat and left.

Harriman stood up. "Suit yourself, Mynheer van der Velde. I"m giving you and your colleagues a chance to hedge your bets. Your geologists all agree that diamonds result from volcanic action. What do you think we will find there?" He dropped a large photograph of the Moon on the Hollander"s desk.

The diamond merchant looked impa.s.sively at the pictured planet, pockmarked by a thousand giant craters. "If you get there, Mr. Harriman."

Harriman swept up the picture. "We"ll get there. And we"ll find diamonds -though I would be the first to admit that it may be twenty years or even forty before there is a big enough strike to matter. I"ve come to you because I believe that the worst villain in our social body is a man who introduces a major new economic factor without planning his innovation in such a way as to permit peaceful adjustment. I don"t like panics. But all I can do is warn you. Good day."

"Sit down, Mr. Harriman. I"m always confused when a man explains how he is going to do me good.

Suppose you tell me instead how this is going to do you good? Then we can discuss how to protect the world market against a sudden influx of diamonds from the Moon."

Harriman sat down.

Harriman liked the Low Countries. He was delighted to locate a dog-drawn milk cart whose young master wore real wooden shoes; he happily took pictures and tipped the child heavily, unaware that the set-up was arranged for tourists. He visited several other diamond merchants but without speaking of the Moon. Among other purchases he found a brooch for Charlotte- a peace offering.

Then he took a taxi to London, planted a story with the representatives of the diamond syndicate there, arranged with his London solicitors to be insured by Lloyd"s of London through a dummy, against a successful Moon flight, and called his home office. He listened to numerous reports, especially those concerning Montgomery, and found that Montgomery was in New Delhi. He called him there, spoke with him at length, then hurried to the port just in time to catch his ship. He was in Colorado the next morning.

At Peterson Field, east of Colorado Springs, he had trouble getting through the gate, even though it was now his domain, under lease. Of course he could have called Coster and gotten it straightened out atonce, but he wanted to look around before seeing Coster. Fortunately the head guard knew him by sight; he got in and wandered around for an hour or more, a tri-colored badge pinned to his coat to give him freedom.

The machine shop was moderately busy, so was the foundry... but most of the shops were almost deserted. Harriman left the shops, went into the main engineering building. The drafting room and the loft were fairly active, as was the computation section. But there were unoccupied desks in the structures group and a churchlike quiet in the metals group and in the adjoining metallurgical laboratory. He was about to cross over into the chemicals and materials annex when Coster suddenly showed up.

"Mr. Harriman! I just heard you were here."

"Spies everywhere," remarked Harriman. "I didn"t want to disturb you."

"Not at all. Let"s go up to my office."