"Good!"
"--if Delos okays it. Not otherwise."
Dixon muttered something. Enteuza snorted. The conversation might have gone acrimoniously further, had not Harriman walked in.
No one said anything about the proposal to Strong. Strong inquired about the trip; Harriman pressed a thumb and finger together. "All in the groove! But it gets more expensive to do business in Washington every day." He turned to the others. "How"s tricks? Any special meaning to the a.s.semblage? Are we in executive session?"
Dixon turned to Entenza. "Tell him, Jack."
Entenza faced Harriman. "What do you mean by selling television rights?"
Harriman c.o.c.ked a brow. "And why not?"
"Because you promised them to me, that"s why. That"s the original agreement; I"ve got it in writing."
"Better take another look at the agreement, Jack. And don"t go off halfc.o.c.ked. You have the exploitation rights for radio, television, and other amus.e.m.e.nt and special feature ventures in connection with the first trip to the Moon. You"ve still got "em. Including broadcasts from the ship, provided we are able to make any." He decided that this was not a good time to mention that weight considerations had already made the latter impossible; the Pioneer would carry no electronic equipment of any sort not needed in astrogation. "What I sold was the franchise to erect a-television station on the Moon, later. By the way, it wasn"t even an exclusive franchise, although Clem Haggerty thinks it is. If you want to buy one yourself, we can accommodate you."
"Buy it! Why you--"
"Wups! Or you can have it free, if you can get Dixon and George to agree that you are ent.i.tled to it. I won"t be a tightwad. Anything else?"
Dixon cut in. "Just where do we stand now, Delos?"
"Gentlemen, you can take it for granted that the Pioneer will leave on schedule--next Wednesday. And now, if you will excuse me, I"m on my way to Peterson Field."
After he had left his three a.s.sociates sat in silence for some time, Entenza muttering to himself, Dixon apparently thinking, and Strong just waiting. Presently Dixon said, "How about that fractional share, George?"
"You didn"t see fit to mention it to Delos."
"I see." Dixon carefully deposited an ash. "He"s a strange man, isn"t he?" Strong shifted around. "Yes."
"How long have you known him?"
"Let me see--he came to work for me in--"
"He worked for you?"
"For several months. Then we set up our first company." Strong thought back about it. "I suppose he had a power complex, even then."
"No," Dixon said carefully. "No, I wouldn"t call it a power complex. It"s more of a Messiah complex."
Entenza looked up. "He"s a crooked son of a b.i.t.c.h, that"s what he is!"
Strong looked at him mildly. "I"d rather you wouldn"t talk about him that way. I"d really rather you wouldn"t."
"Stow it, Jack," ordered Dixon. "You might force George to take a poke at you. One of the odd things about him," went on Dixon, "is that he seems to be able to inspire an almost feudal loyalty. Take yourself. I know you are cleaned out, George-yet you won"t let me rescue you. That goes beyond logic; it"s personal."
Strong nodded. "He"s an odd man. Sometimes I think he"s the last of the Robber Barons."
Dixon shook his head. "Not the last. The last of them opened up the American West. He"s the first of the new Robber Barons--and you and I won"t see the end of it. Do you ever read Carlyle?"
Strong nodded again. "I see what you mean, the "Hero" theory, but I don"t necessarily agree with it."
"There"s something to it, though," Dixon answered. "Truthfully, I don"t think Delos knows what he is doing. He"s setting up a new imperialism.
There"ll be the devil to pay before it"s cleaned up." He stood up. "Maybe we should have waited. Maybe we should have balked him--if we could have. Well, it"s done. We"re on the merry-go-round and we can"t get off. I hope we enjoy the ride.. Come on, Jack."
CHAPTER NINE.
THE COLORADO p~ArRIE was growin"~ dusky. The Sun was behind the peak and the broad white face of Luna, full and round, was rising in the east. In the middle of Peterson Field the Pioneer thrust toward the sky. A barbedwire fence, a thousand yards from its base in all directions, held back the crowds. Just inside the barrier guards patrolled restlessly. More guards circulated through the crowd. Inside the fence, close to it, trunks and trailers for camera, sound, and television equipment were parked and, at the far ends of cables, remote-control pick-ups were located both near and far from the ship on all sides. There were other trucks near the ship and a stir of organized activity.
Harriman waited in Coster"s office; Coster himself was out on the field, and Dixon and Entenza had a room to themselves. LeCroix, still in a drugged sleep, was in the bedroom of Coster"s on-the-job living quarters.
There was a stir and a challenge outside the door. Harriman opened it a crack. "If that"s another reporter, tell him "no." Send him to Mr. Montgomery across the way. Captain LeCroix will grant no unauthorized interviews."
"Delos! Let me in."
"Oh--you, George. Come in. We"ve been hounded to death."
Strong came in and handed Harriman a large and heavy handbag. "Here it is."
"Here is what?"
"The cancelled covers for the philatelic syndicate. You forgot them. That"s half a million dollars, Delos," he complained. "If I hadn"t noticed them in your coat locker we"d have been in the soup."
Harriman composed his features. "George, you"re a brick, that"s what you are."
"Shall I put them in the ship myself?" Strong said anxiously.
"Huh? No, no. Les will handle them." He glanced at his watch. "We"re about to waken him. I"ll take charge of the covers." He took the bag and added, "Don"t come in now. You"ll have a chance to say goodbye on the field."
Harriman went next door, shut the door behind him, waited for the nurse to give the sleeping pilot a counteracting stimulant by injection, then chased her out. When he turned around the pilot was sitting up, rubbing his eyes. "How do you feel, Les?"
"Fine. So this is it."
"Yup. And we"re all rooting for you, boy. Look, you"ve got to go out and face them in a couple of minutes. Everything is ready--but I"ve got a couple of things I"ve got to say to you."
"Yes?"
"See this bag?" Harriman rapidly explained what it was and what it signified.
LeCroix looked dismayed. "But I can"t take it, Delos; It"s all figured to the last ounce."
"Who said you were going to take it? Of course you can"t; it must weigh sixty, seventy pounds. I just plain forgot it. Now here"s what we do: for the time being I"ll just hide it in here--" Harriman stuffed the bag far back into a clothes closet. "When you land, I"ll be right on your tail. Then we pull a sleight-of-hand trick and you fetch it out of the ship."
LeCroix shook his head ruefully. "Delos, you beat me. Well, I"m in no mood to argue."
"I"m glad you"re not; otherwise I"d go to jail for a measly half million dollars. We"ve already spent that money. Anyhow, it doesn"t matter," he went on. "n.o.body but you and me will know it--and the stamp collectors will get their money"s worth." He looked at the younger man as if anxious for his approval.