"You heard me. Sell "em. I want every share I own realized in cash as rapidly as possible; s.p.a.ceways, s.p.a.ceways Provisioning Company, Artemis Mines, Luna City Recreations, the whole lot of them."
"It will depress the market. You won"t realize the full value of your holdings."
"Don"t you think I know that? I can afford it."
"What about the shares you had earmarked for Richardson Observatory, and for the Harriman Scholarships?"
"Oh, yes. Don"t sell those. Set up a trust. Should have done it long ago. Tell young Kamens to draw up the papers. He knows what I want"
The interoffice visor flashed into life. "The gentlemen are here, Mr. Harriman."
"Send "em in. That"s all, Ashley. Get busy." Ashley went out as McIntyre and Charlie entered. Harriman got up and trotted forward to greet them.
"Come in, boys, come in. I"m so glad to see you. Sit down. Sit down. Have a cigar."
"Mighty pleased to see you, Mr. Harriman," acknowledged Charlie. "In fact, you might say we need to see you."
"Some trouble, gentlemen?" Harriman glanced from face to face. McIntyre answered him.
"You still mean that about a job for us, Mr. Harriman?"
"Mean it? Certainly, I do. You"re not backing out on me?"
"Not at all. We need that job now. You see the _Care Free_ is lying in the middle of the Osage River, with her jet split clear back to the injector."
"Dear me! You weren"t hurt?"
"No, aside from sprains and bruises. We jumped."
Charlie chortled. "I caught a catfish with my bare teeth."
In short order they got down to business. "You two will have to buy a ship for me. I can"t do it openly; my colleagues would figure out what I mean to do and stop me. I"ll supply you with all the cash you need. You go out and locate some sort of a ship that can be refitted for the trip. Work, up some good story about how you are buying it for some playboy as a stratosphere yacht, or that you plan to establish an arctic-antarctic tourist route. Anything as long as no one suspects that she is being-outfitted for s.p.a.ce flight.
"Then, after the Department of Transport licenses her for strato flight, you move out to a piece of desert out west -- I"ll find a likely parcel of land and buy it -- and then I"ll join you. Then we"ll install the escape-fuel tanks, change the injectors, and timers, and so forth, to fit her for the hop. How about it?"
McIntyre looked dubious. "It"ll take a lot of doing. Charlie, do you think you can accomplish that changeover without a dockyard and shops?"
"Me? Sure I can -- with your thick-fingered help. Just give me the tools and materials I want, and don"t hurry me too much. Of course, it won"t be fancy--"
"n.o.body wants it to be fancy. I just want a ship that won"t blow when I start slapping the keys. Isotope fuel is no joke."
"It won"t blow, Mac."
"That"s what you thought about the _Care Free_."
"That ain"t fair, Mac. I ask you, Mr. Harriman -- That heap was junk, and we knew it. This"ll be different. We"re going to spend some dough and do it right. Ain"t we, Mr. Harriman?"
Harriman patted him on the shoulder. "Certainly we are, Charlie. You can have all the money you want. That"s the least of our worries. Now do the salaries and bonuses I mentioned suit you? I don"t want you to be short."
"--as you know, my clients are his nearest relatives and have his interests at heart. We contend that Mr. Harriman"s conduct for the past several weeks, as shown by the evidence here adduced, gives clear indication that a mind, once brilliant in the world of finance, has become senile. It is, therefore, with the deepest regret that we pray this honorable court, if it pleases, to declare Mr. Harriman incompetent and to a.s.sign a conservator to protect his financial interests and those of his future heirs and a.s.signs." The attorney sat down, pleased with himself.
Mr. Kamens took the floor. "May it please the court, if my esteemed friend is quite through, may I suggest that in his last few words be gave away his entire thesis. "--the financial interests of future heirs and a.s.signs." It is evident that the pet.i.tioners believe that my client should conduct his affairs in such a fashion as to insure that his nieces and nephews, and their issue, will be supported in unearned luxury for the rest of their lives. My client"s wife has pa.s.sed on, he has no children. It is admitted that he has provided generously for his sisters and their children in times past, and that he has established annuities for such near kin as are without means of support.
"But now like vultures, worse than vultures, for they are not content to let him die in peace, they would prevent my client from enjoying his wealth in whatever manner best suits him for the few remaining years of his life. It is true that he has sold his holdings; is it strange that an elderly man should wish to retire? It is true that he suffered some paper losses in liquidation. "The value of a thing is what that thing will bring." He was retiring and demanded cash. Is there anything strange about that?
"It is admitted that he refused to discuss his actions with his so-loving kinfolk. What law, or principle, requires a man to consult with his nephews on anything?
"Therefore, we pray that this court will confirm my client in his right to do what he likes with his own, deny this pet.i.tion, and send these meddlers about their business."
The judge took off his spectacles .and polished them thoughtfully.
"Mr. Kamens, this court has as high a regard for individual liberty as you have, and you may rest a.s.sured that any action taken will be solely in the interests of your client. Nevertheless, men do grow old, men do become senile, and in such cases must be protected.
"I shall take this matter under advis.e.m.e.nt until tomorrow. Court is adjourned."
From the Kansas City Star:
"ECCENTRIC MILLIONAIRE DISAPPEARS".
"--failed to appear for the adjourned hearing. The bailiffs returned from a search of places usually frequented by Harriman with the report that he had not been seen since the previous day. A bench warrant under contempt proceedings has been issued and--"
A desert sunset is a better stimulant for the appet.i.te than a hot dance orchestra. Charlie testified to this by polishing the last of the ham gravy with a piece of bread. Harriman handed each of the younger men cigars and took one himself.
"My doctor claims that these weeds are bad for my heart condition," he remarked as he lighted it, "but I"ve felt so much better since I joined you boys here on the ranch that I am inclined to doubt him." He exhaled a cloud of blue-grey smoke and resumed. "I don"t think a man"s health depends so much on what he does as on whether he wants to do it. I"m doing what I want to do."
"That"s all a man can ask of life," agreed McIntyre.
"How does the work look now, boys?"
"My end"s in pretty good shape," Charlie answered. "We finished the second pressure tests on the new tanks and the fuel lines today. The ground tests are all done, except the calibration runs. Those won"t take long -- just the four hours to make the runs if I don"t run into some bugs. How about you, Mac?"
McIntyre ticked them off on his fingers. "Food supplies and water on board. Three vacuum suits, a spare, and service kits. Medical supplies. The buggy already had all the standard equipment for strato flight. The late lunar ephemerides haven"t arrived as yet."
"When do you expect them?"
"Any time -- they should be here now. Not that it matters. This guff about how hard it is to navigate from here to the Moon is hok.u.m to impress the public. After all you can see your destination -- it"s not like ocean navigation. Gimme a s.e.xtant and a good radar and I"ll set you down any place on the Moon you like, without cracking an almanac or a star table, just from a general knowledge of the relative speeds involved."
"Never mind the personal buildup, Columbus," Charlie told him, "we"ll admit you can hit the floor with your hat. The general idea is, you"re ready to go now. Is that right?"
"That"s it."
"That being the case, I could run those tests tonight. I"m getting jumpy -- things have been going too smoothly. If you"ll give me a hand, we ought to be in bed by midnight."
"O.K., when I finish this cigar."
They smoked in silence for a while, each thinking about the coming trip and what it meant to him. Old Harriman tried to repress the excitement that possessed him at the prospect of immediate realization of his life-long dream.
"Mr. Harriman--"