Vicki bragged as she undressed that she had the giant hog-tied and jumping through hoops.
"We even got half the excavation done for the rock wall," she said proudly.
On impulse, I went out into the hall and down to Soth"s room, where I found him stretched out slaunchwise across the double bed.
He opened his eyes as I came in, but didn"t stir.
"Are you happy here?" I asked bluntly.
He sat up and did something new. He answered my question with a question. "Are you happy with my services?"
I said, "Yes, of course."
"Then all is well," he replied simply, and lay down again.
It seemed like a satisfactory answer. He radiated a feeling of peace, and the expression of repose on his heavy features was a.s.suring.
It rained hard and cold during the night. I hadn"t shown Soth how to start the automatic heating unit. When I left the house next morning, he was bringing Vicki her breakfast in bed, a tray on one arm and a handful of kindling under the other. Only once had he watched me build a fire in the fireplace, but he proceeded with confidence.
We flew blind through filthy weather all the way to Detroit. I dismissed Jack with orders to return at eleven with Soth.
"Don"t be late," I warned him.
Jack looked a little uneasy, but he showed up on schedule and delivered Soth to us with rain droplets on his ma.s.sive bald pate, just ten minutes after the conference convened.
I had Ollie Johnson there, too, to put Soth through his paces. The Ollie, in a bedraggled, soggy suit, was so excited that he remained an almost purplish black for the whole hour.
The directors were charmed, impressed and enthusiastic.
When I finished my personal report on the Soth"s tremendous success in my own household, old Gulbrandson, Chairman of the Board, shined his rosy cheeks with his handkerchief and said, "I"ll take the first three you produce, Johnson. Our staff of domestics costs me more than a brace of attorneys, and it turns over about three times a year. Cook can"t even set the timer on the egg-cooker right." He turned to me. "Sure he can make good coffee, Collins?"
I nodded emphatically.
"Then put me down for three for sure," he said with executive finality.
Gulbrandson paid dearly for his piggishness later, but at the time it seemed only natural that if one Soth could run a household efficiently, then the Chairman of the Board should have at least two spares in case one blew a fuse or a vesicle or whatever it was they might blow.
A small, dignified riot almost broke up the meeting right there, and when they quieted down again I had orders for twenty-six Soths from the board members and one from my own secretary.
"How soon," I asked Ollie Johnson, "can you begin deliveries?"
He dry-washed his hands and admitted it would be five months, and a sigh of disappointment ran around the table. Then someone asked him how many units a month they could turn out.
He stared at the carpet and held out his hands like a p.a.w.n-broker disparaging a diamond ring: "Our techniques are so slow. The first month, maybe a hundred. Of course, once our cultures are all producing in harmony, almost any number. One thousand? Ten thousand? Whatever your needs suggest."
One of the officers asked, "Is your process entirely biological? You mentioned cultures."
For a moment, I thought Ollie Johnson was going to break out in tears.
His face twisted.
"Abysmally so," he grieved. "Our synthetic models have never proved durable. Upkeep and parts replacements are prohibitive. Our brain units are much similar to your own latest developments in positronics, but we have had to resort to organic cellular structure in order to achieve the mobility which Mr. Collins admired last Friday."
The upshot of the meeting was a hearty endors.e.m.e.nt over my signature on the Ollies" contract, plus an offer of any help they might need to get production rolling.
As the meeting broke up, they pumped my hand and stared enviously at my Soth. Several offered me large sums for him, up to fifteen thousand dollars, and for the moment I sweated out the rack of owning something my bosses did not. Their understandable resentment, however, was tempered by their recognition of my genius in getting a signed contract before the Ollies went shopping to our compet.i.tors.
What none of us understood right then was that the Ollies were hiring us, not the other way around.
When I told Vicki about my hour of triumph and how the officers bid up our Soth, she glowed with the very feminine delight of exclusive possession. She hugged me and gloated, "Old biddy Gulbrandson--won"t she writhe? And don"t you dare take _any_ offer for our Soth. He"s one of the family now, eh, Soth, old boy?"
He was serving soup to her as she slapped him on the hip. Somehow he managed to retreat so fast she almost missed him, yet he didn"t spill a drop of bouillon from the poised tureen.
"Yes, Mrs. Collins," he said, not a trace more nor less aloof than usual.
"Oops, sorry!" Vicki apologized. "I forgot. The code."
I had the feeling that warm-hearted Vicki would have had the Soth down on the bearskin rug in front of the big fireplace, scuffling him like she did Clumsy, if it hadn"t been for the Soth"s untouchable code--and I was thankful that it existed. Vicki had a way of putting her hand on you when she spoke, or hugging anyone in sight when she was especially delighted.
And I knew something about Soth that she didn"t. Something that apparently hadn"t bothered her mind since the day of her striptease.
Summer was gone and it was mid-fall before Ollie paid me another visit.
When he showed up again, it was with an invoice for 86 Soths, listed by serial numbers and ready to ship. He had heard about sight drafts and wanted me to help him prepare one.
"To h.e.l.l with that noise," I told him. I wrote a note to purchasing and countersigned the Ollie"s invoice for some $103,000. I called my secretary and told her to take Ollie and his bill down to disbursing and have him paid off.
I had to duck behind my desk before the Ollie dreamed up some new obscenity of grat.i.tude to heap on me. Then I cleared shipping instructions through sales for the Soths already on order and dictated a memo to our promotion department. I cautioned them to go slowly at first--the Soths would be on tight allotment for a while.
One snarl developed. The Department of Internal Revenue landed on us with the question: Were the Soths manufactured or grown? We beat them out of a manufacturer"s excise tax, but it cost us plenty in legal fees.
The heads of three labor unions called on me the same afternoon of the tax hearing. They got their a.s.surances in the form of a clause in the individual purchase contracts, to the effect that the "consumer" agreed not to employ a Soth for the purpose of evading labor costs in the arts, trades and professions as organized under the various unions, and at all times to be prepared to withdraw said Soth from any unlisted job in which the unions might choose to place a member human worker.
Before they left, all three union men placed orders for household Soths.
"h.e.l.l," said one, "that"s less than the cost of a new car. Now maybe my wife will get off my back on this damfool business of organizing a maid"s and butler"s union. Takes members to run a union, and the only real butler in our neighborhood makes more than I do."
That"s the way it went. The only reason we spent a nickel on advertising was to brag up the name of W. W. M. and wave our coup in the faces of our compet.i.tors. By Christmas, production was up to two thousand units a month, and we were already six thousand orders behind.
The following June, the Ollies moved into a good hunk of the old abandoned Willow Run plant and got their production up to ten thousand a month. Only then could we begin to think of sending out floor samples of Soths to our distributors.
It was fall before the distributors could place samples with the most exclusive of their retail accounts. The interim was spent simply relaying frantic priority orders from high-ranking people all over the globe directly to the plant, where the Ollies filled them right out of the vats.