"They ought to. I don"t know what he and Koffler told Crandall, but whatever it was, I"ll bet they were lying."
"That"s all right, then. How"s the reactor, now?"
"Hausinger says the count"s down to safe limits, and the temperature"s down to inactive normal. He and his gang found a big chunk of plutonium, about one-quarter CM, inside. He got it out."
"All right. Tell Dr. Rives to gather up all her completed or partially completed test records and come out to the office. You and the others stay on the job; we may have some men for you by this afternoon; tomorrow morning certainly."
He hung up, then picked up the communicator phone and called his secretary.
"Joan, is Sid Keating out there? Send him in, will you?"
Keating, when he entered, was wearing the lugubriously gratified expression appropriate to the successful prophet of disaster.
"All right, Ca.s.sandra," Melroy greeted him. "I"m not going to say you didn"t warn me. Look. This strike is illegal. It"s a violation of the Federal Labor Act of 1958, being called without due notice of intention, without preliminary negotiation, and without two weeks" time-allowance."
"They"re going to claim that it isn"t a strike. They"re going to call it a "spontaneous work-stoppage.""
"Aah! I hope I can get Crandall on record to that effect; I"ll fire every one of those men for leaving their work without permission and absence from duty without leave. How many of our own men, from Pittsburgh, do we have working in these machine shops and in the a.s.sembly shop here? About sixty?"
"Sixty-three. Why? You"re not going to use them to work on the reactor, are you?"
"I just am. They"re all qualified cybernetics technicians; they can do this work better than this gang we"ve had to hire here. Just to be on the safe side, I"m promoting all of them, as of oh-eight-hundred this morning, to a.s.sistant gang-foremen, on salaries. That"ll take them outside union jurisdiction."
"But how about our contract with the I.F.A.W.?"
"That"s been voided, by Crandall"s own act, in interfering with the execution of our contract with the Atomic Power Authority. You know what I think? I think the I.F.A.W. front office is going to have to disavow this. It"ll hurt them to do it, but they"ll have to. Crandall"s put them in the middle on this."
"How about security clearance for our own men?"
"Nothing to that," Melroy said. "Most of them are security-cleared, already, from the work we did installing that counter-rocket control system on the U.S.S. _Alaska_, and the work we did on that symbolic-logic computer for the Philadelphia Project. It may take all day to get the red tape unwound, but I think we can be ready to start by oh-eight-hundred tomorrow."
By the time Keating had rounded up all the regular Melroy Engineering Corporation employees and Melroy had talked to Colonel Bradshaw about security-clearance, it was 1430. A little later, he was called on the phone by Leighton, the Atomic Power Authority man.
"Melroy, what are you trying to do?" the Power Authority man demanded.
"Get this whole plant struck shut? The I.F.A.W."s madder than a shot-stung bobcat. They claim you"re going to bring in strike-breakers; they"re talking about picketing the whole reactor area."
"News gets around fast, here, doesn"t it?" Melroy commented. He told Leighton what he had in mind. The Power Authority man was considerably shaken before he had finished.
"But they"ll call a strike on the whole plant! Have you any idea what that would mean?"
"Certainly I have. They"ll either call it in legal form, in which case the whole thing will go to mediation and get aired, which is what I want, or they"ll pull a Pearl Harbor on you, the way they did on me. And in that case, the President will have to intervene, and they"ll fly in technicians from some of the Armed Forces plants to keep this place running. And in that case, things"ll get settled that much quicker. This Crandall thinks these men I fired are martyrs, and he"s preaching a crusade. He ought to carry an _advocatus diaboli_ on his payroll, to scrutinize the qualifications of his martyrs, before he starts canonizing them."
A little later, Doris Rives came into the office, her hands full of papers and cards.
"I have twelve more tests completed," she reported. "Only one washout."
Melroy laughed. "Doctor, they"re all washed out," he told her. "It seems there was an additional test, and they all flunked it. Evinced willingness to follow unwise leadership and allow themselves to be talked into improper courses of action. You go on in to New York, and take all the test-material, including sound records, with you. Stay at the hotel--your pay will go on--till I need you. There"ll be a Federal Mediation hearing in a day or so."
He had two more telephone calls. The first, at 1530, was from Leighton.
Melroy suspected that the latter had been medicating his morale with a couple of stiff drinks: his voice was almost jaunty.
"Well, the war"s on," he announced. "The I.F.A.W."s walking out on the whole plant, at oh-eight-hundred tomorrow."
"In violation of the Federal Labor Act, Section Eight, paragraphs four and five," Melroy supplemented. "Crandall really has stuck his neck in the guillotine. What"s Washington doing?"
"President Hartley is ordering Navy personnel flown in from Kennebunkport Reaction Lab; they will be here by about oh-three-hundred tomorrow. And a couple of Federal mediators are coming in to La Guardia at seventeen hundred; they"re going to hold preliminary hearings at the new Federal Building on Washington Square beginning twenty hundred. A couple of I.F.A.W. negotiators are coming in from the national union headquarters at Oak Ridge: they should be getting in about the same time. You"d better be on hand, and have Dr. Rives there with you.
There"s a good chance this thing may get cleared up in a day or so."
"I will undoubtedly be there, complete with Dr. Rives," Melroy replied.
"It will be a pleasure!"
An hour later, Ben Puryear called from the reactor area, his voice strained with anger.
"Scott, do you know what those--" He gargled obscenities for a moment.
"You know what they"ve done? They"ve re-packed the Number One Doernberg-Giardano; got a chain-reaction started again."
"Who?"
"Fred Hausinger"s gang. Apparently at Harry Crandall"s orders. The excuse was that it would be unsafe to leave the reactor in its dismantled condition during a prolonged shutdown--they were a.s.suming, I suppose, that the strike would be allowed to proceed unopposed--but of course the real reason was that they wanted to get a chain-reaction started to keep our people from working on the reactor."
"Well, didn"t Hausinger try to stop them?"
"Not very hard. I asked him what he had that deputy marshal"s badge on his shirt and that Luger on his hip for, but he said he had orders not to use force, for fear of prejudicing the mediators."
Melroy swore disgustedly. "All right. Gather up all our private papers, and get Steve and Joe, and come on out. We only work here--when we"re able."
Doris Rives was waiting on the street level when Melroy reached the new Federal Building, in what had formerly been the Greenwich Village district of Manhattan, that evening. She had a heavy brief case with her, which he took.
"I was afraid I"d keep you waiting," she said. "I came down from the hotel by cab, and there was a frightful jam at Fortieth Street, and another one just below Madison Square."
"Yes, it gets worse every year. Pardon my obsession, but nine times out of ten--ninety-nine out of a hundred--it"s the fault of some fool doing something stupid. Speaking about doing stupid things, though--I did one.
Forgot to take that gun out of my overcoat pocket, and didn"t notice that I had it till I was on the subway, coming in. Have a big flashlight in the other pocket, but that doesn"t matter. What I"m worried about is that somebody"ll find out I have a gun and raise a howl about my coming armed to a mediation hearing."
The hearing was to be held in one of the big conference rooms on the forty-second floor. Melroy was careful to remove his overcoat and lay it on a table in the corner, and then help Doris off with hers and lay it on top of his own. There were three men in the room when they arrived: Kenneth Leighton, the Atomic Power Authority man, fiftyish, acquiring a waistline bulge and losing his hair: a Mr. Lyons, tall and slender, with white hair; and a Mr. Quillen, considerably younger, with plastic-rimmed gla.s.ses. The latter two were the Federal mediators. All three had been lounging in arm-chairs, talking about the new plays on Broadway. They all rose when Melroy and Doris Rives came over to join them.
"We mustn"t discuss business until the others get here," Leighton warned. "It"s bad enough that all three of us got here ahead of them; they"ll be sure to think we"re trying to take an unfair advantage of them. I suppose neither of you have had time to see any of the new plays."
Fortunately, Doris and Melroy had gone to the theater after dinner, the evening-before-last; they were able to join the conversation. Young Mr.
Quillen wanted Doris Rives" opinion, as a psychologist, of the mental processes of the heroine of the play they had seen; as nearly as she could determine, Doris replied, the heroine in question had exhibited nothing even loosely describable as mental processes of any sort. They were still on the subject when the two labor negotiators, Mr. Cronnin and Mr. Fields, arrived. Cronnin was in his sixties, with the nearsighted squint and compressed look of concentration of an old-time precision machinist; Fields was much younger, and sported a Phi Beta Kappa key.
Lyons, who seemed to be the senior mediator, thereupon called the meeting to order and they took their places at the table.