The engineer picked up another phone, snapping a b.u.t.ton on the base of it.

"Melroy here," he said.

Something on the line started going _bee-beep-beep_ softly.

"Crandall, executive secretary, I.F.A.W.," the man on the other end of the line identified himself. "Is there a recorder going on this line?"

"Naturally," Melroy replied. "I record all business conversations; office routine."

"Mr. Melroy, I"ve been informed that you propose forcing our members in your employ to submit to some kind of a mental test. Is that correct?"

"Not exactly. I"m not able to force anybody to submit to anything against his will. If anybody objects to taking these tests, he can say so, and I"ll have his time made out and pay him off."

"That"s the same thing. A threat of dismissal is coercion, and if these men want to keep their jobs they"ll have to take this test."

"Well, that"s stated more or less correctly," Melroy conceded. "Let"s just put it that taking--and pa.s.sing--this test is a condition of employment. My contract with your union recognizes my right to establish standards of intelligence; that"s implied by my recognized right to dismiss any person of "unsound mind, deficient mentality or emotional instability." Psychological testing is the only means of determining whether or not a person is cla.s.sifiable in those terms."

"Then, in case the test purports to show that one of these men is, let"s say, mentally deficient, you intend dismissing him?"

"With the customary two weeks" severance-pay, yes."

"Well, if you do dismiss anybody on those grounds, the union will have to insist on reviewing the grounds for dismissal."

"My contract with your union says nothing whatever about any right of review being reserved by the union in such cases. Only in cases of disciplinary dismissal, which this is not. I take the position that certain minimum standards of intelligence and mental stability are essentials in this sort of work, just as, say, certain minimum standards of literacy are essential in clerical work."

"Then you"re going to make these men take these tests, whatever they are?"

"If they want to work for me, yes. And anybody who fails to pa.s.s them will be dropped from my payroll."

"And who"s going to decide whether or not these men have successfully pa.s.sed these tests?" Crandall asked. "You?"

"Good Lord, no! I"m an electronics engineer, not a psychologist. The tests are being given, and will be evaluated, by a graduate psychologist, Dr. D. Warren Rives, who has a diploma from the American Board of Psychiatry and Neurology and is a member of the American Psychological a.s.sociation. Dr. Rives will be the final arbiter on who is or is not disqualified by these tests."

"Well, our man Koffler says you have some girl there to give the tests,"

Crandall accused.

"I suppose he means Dr. Rives," Melroy replied. "I can a.s.sure you, she is an extremely competent psychologist, however. She came to me most highly recommended by Dr. Karl von Heydenreich, who is not inclined to be careless with his recommendations."

"Well, Mr. Melroy, we don"t want any more trouble with you than we have to have," Crandall told him, "but we will insist on reviewing any dismissals which occur as a result of these tests."

"You can do that. I"d advise, first, that you read over the contract you signed with me. Get a qualified lawyer to tell you what we"ve agreed to and what we haven"t. Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?... No?... Then good morning, Mr. Crandall."

He hung up. "All right; let"s get on with it," he said. "Ben, you get them into the lunch room; there are enough tables and benches in there for everybody to take the written test in two relays."

"The union"s gotta be represented while these tests is going on," the union steward announced. "Mr. Crandall says I"m to stay here an" watch what you do to these guys."

"This man working for us?" Melroy asked Puryear.

"Yes. Koffler, Julius. Electrical fitter; Joe Ricci"s gang."

"All right. See to it that he gets placed in the first relay for the written test, and gets first turn for the orals. That way he can spend the rest of his time on duty here for the union, and will know in advance what the test is like." He turned to Koffler. "But understand this. You keep your mouth out of it. If you see anything that looks objectionable, make a note of it, but don"t try to interfere."

The written tests, done on printed forms, required about twenty minutes.

Melroy watched the process of oral testing and personal interviewing for a while, then picked up a big flashlight and dropped it into his overcoat pocket, preparatory to going out to inspect some equipment that had been a.s.sembled outside the reactor area and brought in. As he went out, Koffler was straddling a chair, glowering at Doris Rives and making occasional ostentatious notes on a pad.

For about an hour, he poked around the newly a.s.sembled apparatus, checking the wiring, and peering into it. When he returned to the temporary office, the oral testing was still going on; Koffler was still on duty as watcher for the union, but the sport had evidently palled on him, for he was now studying a comic book.

Melroy left the reactor area and returned to the office in the converted area. During the midafternoon, somebody named Leighton called him from the Atomic Power Authority executive office, wanting to know what was the trouble between him and the I.F.A.W. and saying that a protest against his alleged high-handed and arbitrary conduct had been received from the union.

Melroy explained, at length. He finished: "You people have twenty Stuart tanks, and a couple of thousand soldiers and cops and undercover-men, here, guarding against sabotage. Don"t you realize that a workman who makes stupid or careless or impulsive mistakes is just as dangerous to the plant as any saboteur? If somebody shoots you through the head, it doesn"t matter whether he planned to murder you for a year or just didn"t know the gun was loaded; you"re as dead one way as the other. I should think you"d thank me for trying to eliminate a serious source of danger."

"Now, don"t misunderstand my position, Mr. Melroy," the other man hastened to say. "I sympathize with your att.i.tude, entirely. But these people are going to make trouble."

"If they do, it"ll be my trouble. I"m under contract to install this cybernetic system for you; you aren"t responsible for my labor policy,"

Melroy replied. "Oh, have you had much to do with this man Crandall, yourself?"

"Have I had--!" Leighton sputtered for a moment. "I"m in charge of personnel, here; that makes me his top-priority target, all the time."

"Well, what sort of a character is he, anyhow? When I contracted with the I.F.A.W., my lawyer and their lawyer handled everything; I never even met him."

"Well--He has his job to do, the same as I have," Leighton said. "He does it conscientiously. But it"s like this--anything a workman tells him is the truth, and anything an employer tells him is a dirty lie.

Until proven differently, of course, but that takes a lot of doing. And he goes off half-c.o.c.ked a lot of times. He doesn"t stop to a.n.a.lyze situations very closely."

"That"s what I was afraid of. Well, you tell him you don"t have any control over my labor relations. Tell him to bring his gripes to me."

At sixteen-thirty, Doris Rives came in, finding him still at his desk.

"I have the written tests all finished, and I have about twenty of the tests and interviews completed," she said. "I"ll have to evaluate the results, though. I wonder if there"s a vacant desk around here, anywhere, and a record player."

"Yes, sure. Ask Joan to fix you up; she"ll find a place for you to work.

And if you"re going to be working late, I"ll order some dinner for you from the cafeteria. I"m going to be here all evening, myself."

Sid Keating came in, a short while later, peeling out of his overcoat, jacket and shoulder holster.

"I don"t think they got everything out of that reactor," he said.

"Radioactivity"s still almost active-normal--about eight hundred REM"s--and the temperature"s away up, too. That isn"t lingering radiation; that"s prompt radiation."

"Radioactivity hasn"t dropped since morning; I"d think so, too," Melroy said. "What are they getting on the breakdown counter?"

"Mostly neutrons and alpha-particles. I talked to Fred Hausinger, the maintenance boss; he doesn"t like it, either."

"Well, I"m no nuclear physicist," Melroy disclaimed, "but all that alpha stuff looks like a big chunk of Pu-239 left inside. What"s Fred doing about it?"

"Oh, poking around inside the reactor with telemetered scanners and remote-control equipment. When I left, he had a gang pulling out graphite blocks with RC-tongs. We probably won"t get a chance to work on it much before thirteen-hundred tomorrow." He unzipped a bulky brief case he had brought in under his arm and dumped papers onto his desk. "I still have this stuff to get straightened out, too."