"Both are enthusiastic about the wonderful opportunities in their respective fields. It"s a fact: no engineer has ever before had such resources to work with, on such a vast scale, and with such a free hand.
We"re laying the framework for a city of ten millions, all thoroughly systematized and efficient. There is no city in the world like it; it"s an engineer"s dream of Utopia."
I was almost convinced. There was only the tiniest of lurking suspicions that all was not well, but it was not powerful enough to stimulate me to say anything. But I did determine to keep my eyes open.
I might as well admit in advance that from that moment to the time when I left the Science Community four days later, I saw nothing to confirm my suspicions. I met Smith and Francisco at dinner and the four of us occupied a table to ourselves in a vast dining hall, and no one paid for the meal nor for subsequent ones. They also seemed content, and talked enthusiastically of their work.
I was shown over the city, through its neat, efficient streets, through its comfortable dormitories each housing hundreds of families as luxuriously as any modern hotel, through its marvelous factories where production had pa.s.sed the stage of labor and had a.s.sumed the condition of a devoted act of worship. These factory workers were not toiling: they were worshipping their G.o.d, of Whom each machine was a part.
Touching their machine was touching their G.o.d. This machinery, while involving no new principles, was developed and coordinated to a degree that exceeded anything I had ever seen anywhere else.
I saw the famous Science Temple in the shape of a huge dynamo-generator, with its interior decorations, paintings, carvings, frescoes, and pillars, all worked out on the motive of machinery; with its constant streams of worshippers in blue serge, performing their conventional rites and saying their prayer formulas at altars in the forms of lathes, microscopes, motors, and electron-tubes.
"You haven"t become a Science Communist yourself?" I bantered Benda.
There was a metallic ring in the laugh he gave.
"They"d like to have me!" was all he said.
I was rather surprised at the emptiness of the large and well-kept park to which Benda took me. It was beautifully landscaped, but only a few scattering people were there, lost in its vast reaches.
"These people seem to have no need of recreation," Benda said. "They do not come here much. But I confess that I need air and relaxation, even if only for short s.n.a.t.c.hes. I"ve been too busy to get away for long at a time, but this park has helped me keep my balance--I"m here every day for at least a few minutes."
"Beautiful place," I remarked. "A lot of strange trees and plants I never saw before--"
"Oh, mostly tropical forms, common enough in their own habitats. They have steam pipes under the ground to grow them. I"ve been trying to learn something about them. Fancy _me_ studying natural history! I"ve never cared for it, but here, where there is no such thing as recreation, I have become intensely interested in it as a hobby. I find it very much of a rest to study these plants and bugs."
"Why don"t you run up to New York for a few days?"
"Oh, the time will come for that. In the meanwhile, I"ve got an idea all of a sudden. Speaking of New York, will you do me a little service? Even though you might think it silly?"
"I"ll do anything I can," I began, eager to be of help to him.
"It has been somewhat of a torture to me," Benda continued, "to find so many of these forms which I am unable to identify. I like to be scientific, even in my play, and reference books on plants and insects are scarce here. Now, if you would carry back a few specimens for me, and ask some of the botany and zoology people to send me their names--"
"Fine!" I exclaimed. "I"ve got a good-sized pocket notebook I can carry them in."
"Well then, please put them in the order in which I hand them to you, and send me the names by number. I am pretty thoroughly familiar with them, and if you will keep them in order, there is no need for me to keep a list. The first is a blade of this queer gra.s.s."
I filed the gra.s.s blade between the first two pages of my book.
"The next is this unusual-looking pinnate leaf." He tore off a dry leaflet and handed me a stem with three leaflets irregularly disposed of it.
"Now leave a blank page in your book. That will help me remember the order in which they come."
Next came a flat insect, which, strangely enough, had two legs missing on one side. However, Benda was moving so fast that I had to put it away without comment. He kept darting about and handing me twigs of leaves, little sticks, pieces of bark, insects, not seeming to care much whether they were complete or not; gra.s.s-blades, several dagger-shaped locust-thorns, cross-sections of curious fruits, moving so rapidly that in a few moments my notebook bulged widely, and I had to warn him that its hundred leaves were almost filled.
"Well, that ought to be enough," he said with a sigh after his lively exertion. "You don"t know how I"ll appreciate your indulging my foolish little whim."
"Say!" I exclaimed. "Ask something of me. This it nothing. I"ll take it right over to the Botany Department, and in a few days you ought to have a list of names fit for a Bolshevik."
"One important caution," he said. "If you disturb their order in the book, or even the position on the page, the names you send me will mean nothing to me. Not that it will be any great loss," he added whimsically. "I suppose I"ve become a sort of fan on this, like the business men who claim that their office work interferes with their golf."
We walked leisurely back toward the big dormitory. It was while we were crossing a street that Benda stumbled, and, to dodge a pa.s.sing truck, had to catch my arm, and fell against me. I heard his soft voice whisper in my ear:
"Get out of this town as soon as you can!"
I looked at him in startled amazement, but he was walking along, shaking himself from his stumble, and looking up and down the street for pa.s.sing trucks.
"As I was saying," he said in a matter-of-fact voice, "we expect to reach the one-and-one-quarter million mark this month. I never saw a place grow so fast."
I felt a great leap of sudden understanding. For a moment my muscles tightened, but I took my cue.
"Remarkable place," I said calmly; "one reads a lot of half-truths about it. Too bad I can"t stay any longer."
"Sorry you have to leave," he said, in exactly the right tone of voice.
"But you can come again."
How thankful I was for the forty years of playing and working together that had accustomed us to that sort of team-work! Unconsciously we responded to one another"s cues. Once our ability to "play together" had saved my life. It was when we were in college and were out on a cross-country hike together; Benda suddenly caught my hand and swung it upward. I recognized the gesture; we were cheerleaders and worked together at football games, and we had one stunt in which we swung our hands over our heads, jumped about three feet, and let out a whoop. This was the "stunt" that he started out there in the country, where we were by ourselves. Automatically, without thinking, I swung my arms and leaped with him and yelled. Only later did I notice the rattlesnake over which I had jumped. I had not seen that I was about to walk right into it, and he had noticed it too late to explain. A flash of genius suggested the cheering stunt to him.
"_Communication_ is a science!" he had said, and that was all the comment there was on the incident.
So now, I followed my cue, without knowing why, nor what it was all about, but confident that I should soon find out. By noon I was on the bus, on my way through the pa.s.s, to meet the vehicle from Washington. As the bus swung along, a number of things kept jumbling through my mind: Benda"s effusive glee at seeing me, and his sudden turning and bundling me off in a nervous hurry without a word of explanation; his lined and worried face and yet his insistence on the joys of his work in The Science Community; his obvious desire to be hospitable and play the good host, and yet his evasiveness and unwillingness to chat intimately and discuss important thing as he used to. Finally, that notebook full of odd specimens bulging in my pocket. And the memory of his words as he shook hands with me when I was stepping into the bus:
"Long live the science of communication!" he had said. Otherwise, he was rather glum and silent.
I took out the book of specimens and looked at it. His caution not to disturb the order and position of things rang in my ears. The Science of Communication! Two and two were beginning to make four in my mind. All the way on the train from Washington to New York I could hardly, keep my hands off the book. I had definitely abandoned the idea of hunting up botanists and zoologists at Columbia. Benda was not interested in the names of these things. That book meant something else. Some message. The Science of Communication!
That suddenly explained all the contradictions in his behavior. He was being closely watched. Any attempt to tell me the things he wanted to say would be promptly recognized. He had succeeded brilliantly in getting a message to me. Now, my part was to read it! I felt a sudden sinking within me. That book full of leaves, bugs, and sticks? How could I make anything out of it?
"There"s the Secret Service," I thought. "They are skilled in reading hidden messages. It must be an important one, worthy of the efforts of the Secret Service, or he would not have been at such pains to get it to me--
"But no. The Secret Service is skilled at reading hidden messages, but not as skilled as I am in reading my friend"s mind. Knowing Benda, his clear intellect, his logical methods, will be of more service in solving this than all the experts of the Secret Service."
I barely stopped to eat dinner when I reached home. I hurried to the laboratory building, and laid out the specimens on white sheets of paper, meticulously preserving order, position, and s.p.a.cing. To be on the safe side I had them photographed, asking the photographer to vary the scale of his pictures so that all of the final figures would be approximately the same size. Plate I. shows what I had.
I was all a-tremble when the mounted photographs were handed to me. The first thing I did was to number the specimens, giving each blank s.p.a.ce also its consecutive number. Certainly no one could imagine a more meaningless jumble of twigs, leaves, berries, and bugs. How could I read any message out of that?