"Had anything to eat? Then call the cafeteria and have them send up three dinners. Dr. Rives is eating here, too. Find out what she wants; I want pork chops."

"Uh-huh; Li"l Abner Melroy; po"k chops unless otherwise specified."

Keating got up and went out into the middle office. As he opened the door. Melroy could hear a recording of somebody being given a word-a.s.sociation test.

Half an hour later, when the food arrived, they spread their table on a relatively clear desk in the middle office. Doris Rives had finished evaluating the completed tests; after dinner, she intended going over the written portions of the uncompleted tests.

"How"d the finished tests come out?" Melroy asked her.

"Better than I"d expected. Only two washouts," she replied. "Harvey Burris and Julius Koffler."

"Oh, _no_!" Keating wailed. "The I.F.A.W. steward, and the loudest-mouthed I-know-my-rights boy on the job!"

"Well, wasn"t that to be expected?" Melroy asked. "If you"d seen the act those two put on--"

"They"re both inherently stupid, infantile, and deficient in reasoning ability and judgment," Doris said. "Koffler is a typical adolescent problem-child show-off type, and Burris is an almost perfect twelve-year-old schoolyard bully. They both have inferiority complexes long enough to step on. If the purpose of this test is what I"m led to believe it is, I can"t, in professional good conscience, recommend anything but that you get rid of both of them."

"What Bob"s getting at is that they"re the very ones who can claim, with the best show of plausibility, that the test is just a pretext to fire them for union activities," Melroy explained. "And the worst of it is, they"re the only ones."

"Maybe we can scrub out a couple more on the written tests alone. Then they"ll have company," Keating suggested.

"No, I can"t do that." Doris was firm on the point. "The written part of the test was solely for ability to reason logically. Just among the three of us, I know some university professors who"d flunk on that. But if the rest of the tests show stability, sense of responsibility, good judgment, and a tendency to think before acting, the subject can be cla.s.sified as a safe and reliable workman."

"Well, then, let"s don"t say anything till we have the tests all finished," Keating proposed.

"No!" Melroy cried. "Every minute those two are on the job, there"s a chance they may do something disastrous. I"ll fire them at oh-eight-hundred tomorrow."

"All right," Keating shook his head. "I only work here. But don"t say I didn"t warn you."

By 0930 the next morning, Keating"s forebodings began to be realized.

The first intimation came with a phone call to Melroy from Crandall, who accused him of having used the psychological tests as a fraudulent pretext for discharging Koffler and Burris for union activities. When Melroy rejected his demand that the two men be reinstated, Crandall demanded to see the records of the tests.

"They"re here at my office," Melroy told him. "You"re welcome to look at them, and hear recordings of the oral portions of the tests. But I"d advise you to bring a professional psychologist along, because unless you"re a trained psychologist yourself, they"re not likely to mean much to you."

"Oh, sure!" Crandall retorted. "They"d have to be unintelligible to ordinary people, or you couldn"t get away with this frame-up! Well, don"t worry, I"ll be along to see them."

Within ten minutes, the phone rang again. This time it was Leighton, the Atomic Power Authority man.

"We"re much disturbed about this dispute between your company and the I.F.A.W.," he began.

"Well, frankly, so am I," Melroy admitted. "I"m here to do a job, not play Hatfields and McCoys with this union. I"ve had union trouble before, and it isn"t fun. You"re the gentleman who called me last evening, aren"t you? Then you understand my position in the matter."

"Certainly, Mr. Melroy. I was talking to Colonel Bradshaw, the security officer, last evening. He agrees that a stupid or careless workman is, under some circ.u.mstances, a more serious threat to security than any saboteur. And we realize fully how dangerous those Doernberg-Giardanos are, and how much more dangerous they"d be if these cybernetic controls were improperly a.s.sembled. But this man Crandall is talking about calling a strike."

"Well, let him. In the first place, it"d be against me, not against the Atomic Power Authority. And, in the second place, if he does and it goes to Federal mediation, his demand for the reinstatement of those men will be thrown out, and his own organization will have to disavow his action, because he"ll be calling the strike against his own contract."

"Well, I hope so." Leighton"s tone indicated that the hope was rather dim. "I wish you luck; you"re going to need it."

Within the hour, Crandall arrived at Melroy"s office. He was a young man; he gave Melroy the impression of having recently seen military service; probably in the Indonesian campaign of "62 and "63; he also seemed a little c.o.c.ky and over-sure of himself.

"Mr. Melroy, we"re not going to stand for this," he began, as soon as he came into the room. "You"re using these so-called tests as a pretext for getting rid of Mr. Koffler and Mr. Burris because of their legitimate union activities."

"Who gave you that idea?" Melroy wanted to know. "Koffler and Burris?"

"That"s the complaint they made to me, and it"s borne out by the facts,"

Crandall replied. "We have on record at least half a dozen complaints that Mr. Koffler has made to us about different unfair work-a.s.signments, improper working conditions, inequities in allotting overtime work, and other infractions of union-shop conditions, on behalf of Mr. Burris. So you decided to get rid of both of them, and you think you can use this clause in our contract with your company about persons of deficient intelligence. The fact is, you"re known to have threatened on several occasions to get rid of both of them."

"I am?" Melroy looked at Crandall curiously, wondering if the latter were serious, and deciding that he was. "You must believe _anything_ those people tell you. Well, they lied to you if they told you that."

"Naturally that"s what you"d say," Crandall replied. "But how do you account for the fact that those two men, and only those two men, were dismissed for alleged deficient intelligence?"

"The tests aren"t all made," Melroy replied. "Until they are, you can"t say that they are the only ones disqualified. And if you look over the records of the tests, you"ll see where Koffler and Burris failed and the others pa.s.sed. Here." He laid the pile of written-test forms and the summary and evaluation sheets on the desk. "Here"s Koffler"s, and here"s Burris"; these are the ones of the men who pa.s.sed the test. Look them over if you want to."

Crandall examined the forms and summaries for the two men who had been discharged, and compared them with several random samples from the satisfactory pile.

"Why, this stuff"s a lot of gibberish!" he exclaimed indignantly. "This thing, here: ... five Limerick oysters, six pairs of Don Alfonso tweezers, seven hundred Macedonian warriors in full battle array, eight golden crowns from the ancient, secret crypts of Egypt, nine lymphatic, sympathetic, peripatetic old men on crutches, and ten revolving heliotropes from the Ipsy-Wipsy Inst.i.tute!" Great Lord, do you actually mean that you"re using this stuff as an excuse for depriving men of their jobs?"

"I warned you that you should have brought a professional psychologist along," Melroy reminded him. "And maybe you ought to get Koffler and Burris to repeat their complaints on a lie-detector, while you"re at it.

They took the same tests, in the same manner, as any of the others. They just didn"t have the mental equipment to cope with them and the others did. And for that reason, I won"t run the risk of having them working on this job."

"That"s just your word against theirs," Crandall insisted obstinately.

"Their complaint is that you framed this whole thing up to get rid of them."

"Why, I didn"t even know who either of them were, until yesterday morning."

"That"s not the way they tell it," Crandall retorted. "They say you and Keating have been out to get them ever since they were hired. You and your supervisors have been persecuting both of those men systematically.

The fact that Burris has had grounds for all these previous complaints proves that."

"It proves that Burris has a persecution complex, and that Koffler"s credulous enough to believe him," Melroy replied. "And that tends to confirm the results of the tests they failed to pa.s.s."

"Oh, so that"s the line you"re taking. You persecute a man, and then say he has a persecution complex if he recognizes the fact. Well, you"re not going to get away with it, that"s all I have to say to you." Crandall flung the test-sheet he had been holding on to the desk. "That stuff"s not worth the paper it"s scribbled on!" He turned on his heel in an automatically correct about-face and strode out of the office.

Melroy straightened out the papers and put them away, then sat down at his desk, filling and lighting his pipe. He was still working at 1215 when Ben Puryear called him.

"They walked out on us," he reported. "Harry Crandall was out here talking to them, and at noon the whole gang handed in their wrist-Geigers and dosimeters and cleared out their lockers. They say they aren"t coming back till Burris and Koffler come back to work with them."

"Then they aren"t coming back, period," Melroy replied. "Crandall was to see me, a couple of hours ago. He tells me that Burris and Koffler told him that we"ve been persecuting Burris; discriminating against him. You know of anything that really happened that might make them think anything like that?"

"No. Burris is always yelling about not getting enough overtime work, but you know how it is: he"s just a roustabout, a common laborer. Any overtime work that has to be done is usually skilled labor on this job.

We generally have a few roustabouts to help out, but he"s been allowed to make overtime as much as any of the others."

"Will the time-records show that?"