They pa.s.sed several technicians during the next few minutes, but had no occasion to shoot. Gaines was beginning to feel somewhat hopeful of a reasonably bloodless victory, when he noticed a change in the pervading throb of machinery which penetrated even through the heavy anti-noise pads of his helmet. He lifted an ear pad in time to hear the end of a rumbling diminuendo as the rotors and rollers slowed to rest.
The road was stopped.
He shouted, "Halt your men!" to the Cadet Captain. His words echoed hollowly in the unreal silence.
The top of the reconnaissance car swung up as he turned and hurried to it. "Chief!" the cadet within called out, "relay station calling you."
The girl in the visor screen gave way to Davidson as soon as she recognized Gaines" face. "Chief," Davidson said at once, "Van Kleeck"s calling you."
"Who stopped the road?"
"He did."
"Any other major change in the situation?"
"No-the road was practically empty when he stopped it."
"Good. Give me Van Kleeck."
The chief conspirator"s face was livid with uncurbed anger when he identified Gaines. He burst into speech. "So! You thought I was fooling, eh? What do you think now, Mister Chief Engineer Gaines?"
Gaines fought down an impulse to tell him exactly what he thought, particularly about Van Kleeck. Everything about the short man"s manner affected him like a squeaking slate pencil.
But he could not afford the luxury of speaking his mind. He strove to get just the proper tone into his voice which would soothe the other man"s vanity. "I"ve got to admit that you"ve won this trick, Van - the roadway is stopped - but don"t think I didn"t take you seriously. I"ve watched your work too long to underrate you. I know you mean what you say."
Van Kleeck was pleased by the tribute, but tried not to show it. "Then why don"t you get smart, and give up?" he demanded belligerently. "You can"t win."
"Maybe not, Van, but you know I"ve got to try. Besides," he went on, "why can"t I win? You said yourself that I could call on the whole United States Army."
Van Kleeck grinned triumphantly. "You see that?" He held up a pear-shaped electric push b.u.t.ton, attached to a long cord. "If I push that, it will blow a path right straight across the ways-blow it to Kingdom Come. And just for good measure I"ll take an ax, and wreck this control station before I leave."
Gaines wished wholeheartedly that he knew more about psychiatry. Well - he"d just have to do his best, and trust to horse sense to give him the right answers. "That"s pretty drastic, Van, but I don"t see how we can give up."
"No? You"d better have another think. If you force me to blow up the road, how about all the people that will be blown up along with it?"
Gaines thought furiously. He did not doubt that Van Kleeck would carry out his threat; his very phraseology, the childish petulance of "If you force me to do this-" betrayed the dangerous irrationality of his mental processes. And such an explosion anywhere in the thickly populated Sacramento Sector would be likely to wreck one, or more, apartment houses, and would be certain to kill shopkeepers on the included segment of strip twenty, as well as chance bystanders. Van was absolutely right; he dare not risk the lives of bystanders who were not aware of the issue and had not consented to the hazard - even if the road never rolled again.
For that matter, he did not relish chancing major damage to the road itself-but it was the danger to innocent life that left him helpless.
A tune ran through his head-"Hear them hum; watch them run. Oh, our work is never done-" What to do? What to do? "While you ride; while you glide; we are-"
This wasn"t getting anyplace.
He turned back to the screen. "Look, Van, you don"t want to blow up the road unless you have to, I"m sure. Neither do I. Suppose I come up to your headquarters, and we talk this thing over. Two reasonable men ought to be able to make a settlement."
Van Kleeck was suspicious. "Is this some sort of a trick?"
"How can it be? I"ll come alone, and unarmed, just as fast as my car can get there."
"How about your men?"
"They will sit where they are until I"m back. You can put out observers to make sure of it."
Van Kleeck stalled for a moment, caught between the fear of a trap, and the pleasure of having his erstwhile superior come to him to sue for terms. At last he grudgingly consented.
Gaines left his instructions and told Davidson what he intended to do. "If I"m not back within an hour, you"re on your own, Dave."
"Be careful, Chief."
"I will."
He evicted the cadet driver from the reconnaissance car and ran it down the ramp into the causeway, then headed north and gave it the gun. Now he would have a chance to collect his thoughts, even at two hundred miles per hour. Suppose he pulled off this trick-there would still have to be some changes made. Two lessons stood out like sore thumbs: First, the strips must be cross-connected with safety interlocks so that adjacent strips would slow down, or stop, if a strip"s speed became dangerously different from those adjacent. No repet.i.tion of what happened on twenty!
But that was elementary, a mere mechanical detail. The real failure had been in men, Well, the psychological cla.s.sification tests must be improved to insure that the roads employed only conscientious, reliable men. But h.e.l.l"s bells - that was just exactly what the present cla.s.sification tests were supposed to insure beyond question. To the best of his knowledge there had never been a failure from the improved Hunim-Wadsworth-Burton method - not until today in the Sacramento Sector. How had Van Kleeck gotten one whole sector of temperament - cla.s.sified men to revolt?
It didn"t make sense.
Personnel did not behave erratically without a reason. One man might be unpredictable, but in large numbers, they were as dependable as machines, or figures. They could be measured, examined, cla.s.sified. His inner eye automatically pictured the personnel office, with its rows of filing cabinets, its clerks - He"d got it! He"d got it! Van Kleeck, as Chief Deputy, was ex officio personnel officer for the entire road!
It was the only solution that covered all the facts. The personnel officer alone had the perfect opportunity to pick out all the bad apples and concentrate them in one barrel. Gaines was convinced beyond any reasonable doubt that there had been skullduggery, perhaps for years, with the temperament cla.s.sification tests, and that Van Kleeck had deliberately transferred the kind of men he needed to one sector, after falsifying their records.
And that taught another lesson-tighter tests for officers, and no officer to be trusted with cla.s.sification and a.s.signment without close supervision and inspection. Even he, Gaines, should be watched in that respect. Qui custodiet ipsos custodes? Who will guard those selfsame guardians? Latin might be obsolete, but those old Romans weren"t dummies.
He at last knew wherein he had failed, and he derived melancholy pleasure from the knowledge. Supervision and inspection, check and re-check, was the answer. It would be c.u.mbersome and inefficient, but it seemed that adequate safeguards always involved some loss of efficiency.
He should not have entrusted so much authority to Van Kleeck without knowing more about him. He still should know more about him- He touched the emergency-stop b.u.t.ton, and brought the car to a dizzying halt. "Relay station! See if you can raise my office."
Dolores" face looked out from the screen. "You"re still there-good!" he told her. "I was afraid you"d gone home."
"I came back, Mr. Gaines."
"Good girl. Get me Van Kleeck"s personal file jacket. I want to see his cla.s.sification record."
She was back with it in exceptionally short order and read from it the symbols and percentages. He nodded repeatedly as the data checked his hunches - masked introvert-inferiority complex. It checked.
""Comment of the Board:"" she read, ""In spite of the potential instability shown by maxima A, and D on the consolidated profile curve, the Board is convinced that this officer is, nevertheless, fitted for duty. He has an exceptionally fine record, and is especially adept in handling men. He is therefore recommended for retention and promotion."
"That"s all, Dolores. Thanks."
"Yes, Mr. Gaines!"
"I"m off for a showdown. Keep your fingers crossed."
"But Mr. Gaines-" Back in Fresno, Dolores stared wide-eyed at an empty screen.
"Take me to Mr. Van Kleeck!"
The man addressed took his gun out of Gaines" ribs - reluctantly, Gaines thought - and indicated that the Chief Engineer should precede him up the stairs. Gaines climbed out of the car, and complied.