"It doesn"t matter any longer," Harvey said with elaborate carelessness. "Perhaps you wouldn"t have accepted it, anyway."
"That"s right," Johnson came back emphatically. "But what would your offer have been which I would have turned down?"
"Which one? The one we were going to make, or the one we can make now?"
"Either one. It don"t make no difference. Genius is too valuable to sell."
"Oh, come now, Mr. Johnson. Don"t tell me no amount of money would tempt you!"
"Nope. But how much did you say?"
"Ah, then you will consider releasing Genius!"
"Well, I"ll tell you something," said the mayor confidentially. "When you"ve got one thing, you"ve got one thing. But when you"ve got money, it"s the same as having a lot of things. Because, if you"ve got money, you can buy this and that and this and that and"
"This and that," concluded Joe. "We"ll give you five hundred buckos."
"Now, gents!" Johnson remonstrated. "Why, six hundred would hardly"
"You haven"t left us much money," Harvey put in.The mayor frowned. "All right, we"ll split the difference. Make it five-fifty."
Harvey was quick to pay out, for this was a genuine windfall. Then he stood up and admired the astonishing possession he had so inexpensively acquired.
"I really hate to deprive you of this unique creature," he said to Johnson. "I should imagine you will be rather lonely, with only your filial mammoth to keep you company."
"I sure will," Johnson confessed glumly. "I got pretty attached to Genius, and I"m going to miss him something awful." Harvey forcibly removed his eyes from the native, who was clearing off the table almost all at once.
"My friend," he, said, "we take your only solace, it is true, but in his place we can offer something no less amazing and instructive."
The mayor"s hand went protectively to his pocket. "What is it?" he asked with the suspicion of a man who has seen human nature at its worst and expects nothing better.
"Joseph, get our most prized belonging from the communications room of the ship,"
Harvey instructed. To Johnson he explained: "You must see the wondrous instrument before its value can be appreciated. My partner will soon have it here for your astonishment."
Joe"s face grew as glum as Johnson"s had been. "Aw, Harv," he protested, "do we have to sell it? And right when I thought we were getting the key!"
"We must not be selfish, my boy," Harvey said n.o.bly. "We have had our chance; now we must relinquish Fate to the hands of a man who might have more success than we. Go, Joseph. Bring it here."
Unwillingly, Joe turned and shuffled out.
In a larger and heavier world than Planetoid 42, Johnson"s curiosity would probably have had weight and ma.s.s. He was bursting with questions, but he was obviously afraid they would cost him money. For his part, Harvey allowed that curiosity to grow like a Venusian amoeba until Joe came in, lugging a radio.
"Is that what you were talking about?" the mayor snorted. "What makes you think I want a radio? I came here to get away from singers and political speechmakers."
"I do not jump to hasty conclusions," Harvey cautioned. "Another word, and I shall refuse you the greatest opportunity any man has ever had, with the sole exceptions of Joseph, myself and the unfortunate inventor of this absolutely awe-inspiring device."
"I ain"t in the market for a radio," Johnson said stubbornly.
Harvey nodded in relief. "We have attempted to repay our host, Joseph. He ha.s.spurned our generosity. We have now the chance to continue our study, which, I am positive will soon reward us with the key to an enormous fortune."
"Well, that"s no plating off our bow," Joe grunted. "I"m glad he did turn it down. I hated to give it up after working on it for three whole years."
He picked up the radio and began walking toward the door.
"Now, hold on!" the mayor cried. "I ain"t saying I"ll buy, but what is it I"m turning down?"
Joe returned and set the instrument down on the bar. His face sorrowful, Harvey fondly stroked the scarred plasticoid cabinet.
"To make a long story, Mr. Johnson," he said, "Joseph and I were among the chosen few who knew the famous Doctor Dean intimately. Just before his tragic death, you will recall, Dean allegedly went insane." He banged his fist on the bar. "I have said it before, and I repeat again, that was a malicious lie, spread by the doctor"s enemies to discredit his greatest invention this fourth dimensional radio!"
"This what?" Johnson blurted out.
"In simple terms," clarified Harvey, "the ingenious doctor discovered that the yawning chasm between the dimensions could be bridged by energy of all quanta.
There has never been any question that the inhabitants of the super-dimension would be far more civilized than ourselves. Consequently, the man who could tap their knowledge would find himself in possession of a powerful, undreamt of science!"
The mayor looked respectfully at the silent box on the bar.
"And this thing gets broadcasts from the fourth dimension?"
"It does, Mr. Johnson! Only charlatans like those who envied Doctor Dean"s magnificent accomplishments could deny that fact."
The mayor put his hands in his pockets, unswiveled one hip and stared thoughtfully at the battered cabinet.
"Well, let"s say it picks up fourth dimensional broadcasts," he conceded. "But how could you understand what they"re saying? Folks up there wouldn"t speak the same language."
Again Harvey smashed his fist down. "Do you dare to repeat the scurvy lie that broke Dean"s spirit and drove him to suicide?"
Johnson recoiled. "No no, of course not. I mean, being up here, I naturally couldn"t get all the details."
"Naturally," Harvey agreed, mollified. "I"m sorry I lost my temper. But it is a matter of record that the doctor proved the broadcasts emanating from the super-dimensionwere in English! Why should that be so difficult to believe? Is it impossible that at one time there was communication between the dimensions, that the super-beings admired our language and adopted it in all its beauty, adding to it their own hyper-scientific tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs?"
"Why, I don"t know," Johnson said in confusion.
"For three years, Joseph and I lost sleep and hair trying to detect the simple key that would translate the somewhat metamorphosed broadcasts into our primitive English.
It eluded us. Even the doctor failed. But that was understandable; a sensitive soul like his could stand only so much. And the combination of ridicule and failure to solve the mystery caused him to take his own life."
Johnson winced. "Is that what you want to unload on me?"
"For a very good reason, sir. Patience is the virtue that will be rewarded with the key to these fourth dimensional broadcasts. A man who could devote his life to improving this lonely worldlet is obviously a person with unusual patience."
"Yeah," the mayor said grudgingly, "I ain"t exactly flighty."
"Therefore, you are the man who could unravel the problem!"
Johnson asked skeptically: "How about a sample first?"
Harvey turned a k.n.o.b on the face of the scarred radio. After several squeals of spatial figures, a smooth voice began: "There are oninious pleajes of mobyhailegs in so nmirand which, bowgraismon, are notch to be donfured miss ellasellabell in either or both hagasanipaj, by all means.
This does not refly, on the brother man, nat tak our or mizzafil saces are denuded by this ossifaligo."
Harvey switched off the set determinedly.
"Wait a minute!" Johnson begged. "I almost got it then!"
"I dislike being commercial," said Harvey, "but this astounding device still belongs to us. Would we not be foolish to let you discover the clue before purchasing the right to do so?"
The mayor nodded indecisively, looking at the radio with agonized longing. "How much do you want?" he asked unhappily.
"One thousand buckos, and no haggling. I am not in the mood."
Johnson opened his mouth to argue; then, seeing Harvey"s set features, paid with the worst possible grace.
"Don"t you think we ought to tell him about the batteries, Harv?" Joe asked."What about the batteries?" demanded Johnson with deadly calm.
"A very small matter," Harvey said airily. "You see, we have been a.n.a.lyzing these broadcasts for three years. In that time, of course, the batteries are bound to weaken. I estimate these should last not less than one Terrestrial month, at the very least."
"What do I do then?"
Harvey shrugged. "Special batteries are required, which I see Joseph has by chance brought along. For the batteries, the only ones of their kind left in the system, I ask only what they cost one hundred and ninety-nine buckos, no more and, on the other hand, no less."
Johnson was breathing hard, and his hand hovered dangerously near his gun. But he paid the amount Harvey wanted. Moreover, he actually shook hands when the two panacea purveyors collected their six-armed prize and said goodbye. Before they were outside, however, he had turned on the radio and was listening tensely to a woman"s highly cultured, though rather angry voice, saying: "Oh, you hannaforge are all beasa-tagasanimort. If you rue amount it, how do you respench a pure woman to ansver gosarnak"
"I"ll get it!" they heard Johnson mutter.
Then the sound of giant feet crossing the barroom floor reached their ears, and a shrill question: "What"s that, Papa?"
"A fortune, Jed! Those fakers are d.a.m.ned fools, selling us a thing like"
Joe gazed at Harvey admiringly. "Another one sold? Harv, that spiel pulls them in like an ether storm!"
Together with the remarkable planetoid man, they reached the ship. Above them, dark, tumbling shapes blotted out the stars and silently moved on. Joe opened the gangway door.
"Come on in, pal," he said to Genius. "We"re shoving off."
The planetoid man grinned foolishly, "Can"t go arong with you," he said with an apologetic manner. "I rike to, but pressure fratten me out if I go."
"What in solar blazes are you talking about?" Harvey asked.
"I grow up on pranetoid," Genius explained. "On big pranet, too much pressure for me."
The two salesmen looked narrowly at each other.
"Did Johnson know that when he sold you ?" Joe snarled."Oh, sure." The silly grin became wider than ever. "Peopre from Earth buy me rots of times. I never reave pranetoid, though."
"Joseph," Harvey said ominously, "that slick colonist has put one over upon us.
What is our customary procedure in that event?"
"We tear him apart," Joe replied between his teeth.
"Not Mister Johnson," advised Genius. "Have gun and badge. He shoot you first and then rock you up in prison."
Harvey paused, his ominous air vanishing, "True. There is also the fact, Joseph, that when he discovers the scrambled rectifier in the radio we sold him, he will have been paid back in full for his regrettable dishonesty."
Unwillingly, Joe agreed. While Genius retreated to a safe distance, they entered the ship and blasted off. Within a few minutes the automatic steering pilot had maneuvered them above the plane of the asteroid belt.
"I got kind of dizzy," Joe said, "there were so many deals back and forth. How much did we make on the sucker?"
"A goodly amount, I wager," Harvey responded. He took out a pencil and paper, "Medicine, 469.50; radio, 1,000; batteries, 199. Total let"s see 1668 buckos and 50 redsents. A goodly sum, as I told you."
He emptied his pockets of money, spread it out on the astrogation table and began counting. Finished, he looked up, troubled.
"How much did we have when we landed, Joseph ?"
"Exactly 1668 buckos," Joe answered promptly.
"I can"t understand it," said Harvey. "Instead of double our capital, we now have only 1668 buckos and 50 redsents!"
Feverishly, he returned to his pencil and paper.
"Drinking water, 790; battery water, free; meal, 328; planetoid man, 550. Total: 1668 buckos!" He stared at the figures. "We paid out almost as much as we took in," he said bitterly. "Despite our intensive efforts, we made the absurd sum of fifty redsents."
"Why, the dirty crook!" Joe growled.
But after a few moments of sad reflection, Harvey became philosophical. "Perhaps, Joseph, we are more fortunate than we realize. We were, after all, completely in Johnson"s power. The more I ponder, the more I believe we were lucky to escape.
And, anyhow, we did make fifty redsents on the swindler. A moral victory, my boy."Joe, who had been sunk despairingly into a chair, now stood up slowly and asked: "Remember that bottle-opener we gave him?"
"Certainly," Harvey explained. "What about it ?"
"How much did it cost us?"
Harvey"s eyebrows puckered. Suddenly he started laughing. "You"re right, Joseph.
We paid forty-six redsents for it on Venus. So, after all that transacting of business, we made four redsents!"
"Four redsents, h.e.l.l!" Joe snapped. "That was the sales tax!"
He glared; then a smile lifted his mouth. "You remember those yokels on Mars"
Flatlands, and the way they worshipped gold?"
"Goldbricks!" Harvey said succinctly.
Grinning, Joe set the robot-controls for Mars.