Harriman blinked. "Well, I can understand that," he said slowly. "In the meantime I"ll put you on a drawing account." He added, "Better calculate for a three-man ship, unless you are a pilot."
"I"m not."
"Three men, then. You see, I"m going along, too."
CHAPTER FOUR.
"A GOOD THING YOU DECIDED to come in, Dan," Harriman was saying, "or you would find yourself out of a job. I"m going to put an awful crimp in the power company before I"m through with this."
Dixon b.u.t.tered a roll. "Really? How?"
"We"ll set up high-temperature piles, like the Arizona job, just like the one that blew up, around the corner on the far face of the Moon. We"ll remote-control them; if one explodes it won"t matter. And I"ll breed more X-fuel in a week than the company turned out in three months. Nothing personal about it; it"s just that I want a source of fuel for interplanetary liners. If we can"t get good stuff here, we"ll have to make it on the Moon."
"Interesting. But where do you propose to get the uranium for six piles? The last I heard the Atomic Energy Commission had the prospective supply earmarked twenty years ahead."
"Uranium? Don"t be silly; we"ll get it on the Moon."
"On the Moon? Is there uranium on the Moon?"
"Didn"t you know? I thought that was why you decided to join up with me?"
"No, I didn"t know," Dixon said deliberately. "What proof have you?"
"Me? I"m no scientist, but it"s a well-understood fact. Spectroscopy, or something. Catch one of the professors. But don"t go showing too much interest; we aren"t ready to show our hand." Harriman stood up. "I"ve got to run, or I"ll miss the shuttle for Rotterdam. Thanks for the lunch." He grabbed his hat and left.
Harriman stood up. "Suit yourself, Mynheer van der Velde. I"m giving you and your colleagues a chance to hedge your bets. Your geologists all agree that diamonds result from volcanic action. What do you think we will find there?" He dropped a large photograph of the Moon on the Hollander"s desk.
The diamond merchant looked impa.s.sively at the pictured planet, pockmarked by a thousand giant craters. "If you get there, Mr. Harriman."
Harriman swept up the picture. "We"ll get there. And we"ll find diamonds--though I would be the first to admit that it may be twenty years or even forty before there is a big enough strike to matter. I"ve come to you because I believe that the worst villain in our social body is a man who introduces a major new economic factor without planning his innovation in such a way as to permit peaceful adjustment. I don"t like panics. But all I can do is warn you. Good day."
"Sit down, Mr. Harriman. I"m always confused when a man explains how he is going to do me good. Suppose you tell me instead how this is going to do you good? Then we can discuss how to protect the world market against a sudden influx of diamonds from the Moon."
Harriman sat down.
Harriman liked the Low Countries. He was delighted to locate a dog-drawn milk cart whose young master wore real wooden shoes; he happily took pictures and tipped the child heavily, unaware that the set-up was arranged for tourists. He visited several other diamond merchants but without speaking of the Moon. Among other purchases he found a brooch for Charlotte-- a peace offering.
Then he took a taxi to London, planted a story with the representatives of the diamond syndicate there, arranged with his London solicitors to be insured by Lloyd"s of London through a dummy, against a successful Moon flight, and called his home office. He listened to numerous reports, especially those concerning Montgomery, and found that Montgomery was in New Delhi. He called him there, spoke with him at length, then hurried to the port just in time to catch his ship. He was in Colorado the next morning.
At Peterson Field, east of Colorado Springs, he had trouble getting through the gate, even though it was now his domain, under lease. Of course he could have called Coster and gotten it straightened out at once, but he wanted to look around before seeing Coster. Fortunately the head guard knew him by sight; he got in and wandered around for an hour or more, a tn-colored badge pinned to his coat to give him freedom.
The machine shop was moderately busy, so was the foundry . . . but most of the shops were almost deserted. Harriman left the shops, went into the main engineering building. The drafting room and the loft were fairly active, as was the computation section. But there were unoccupied desks in the structures group and a churchlike quiet in the metals group and in the adjoining metallurgical laboratory. He was about to cross over into the chemicals and materials annex when Coster suddenly showed up.
"Mr. Harriman! I just heard you were here."
"Spies everywhere," remarked Harriman. "I didn"t want to disturb you."
"Not at all. Let"s go up to my office."
Settled there a few moments later Harriman asked, "Well--how"s it going?"
Coster frowned. "All right, I guess."
Harriman noted that the engineer"s desk baskets were piled high with papers which spilled over onto the desk. Before Harriman could answer, Coster"s desk phone lit up and a feminine voice said sweetly, "Mr. Coster-- Mr. Morgenstern is calling."
"Tell him I"m busy."
After a short wait the girl answered in a troubled voice, "He says he"s just got to speak to you, sir."
Coster looked annoyed. "Excuse me a moment, Mr. Harriman--O.K., put him on."
The girl was replaced by a man who said, "Oh there you are-what was the hold up? Look, Chief, we"re in a jam about these trucks. Every one of them that we leased needs an overhaul and now it turns out that the White Fleet company won"t do anything about it--they"re sticking to the fine print in the contract. Now the way I see it, we"d do better to cancel the contract and do business with Peak City Transport. They have a scheme that looks good to me. They guarantee to--"
"Take care of it," snapped Coster. "You made the contract and you have authority to cancel. You know that."
"Yes, but Chief, I figured this would be something you would want to pa.s.s on personally. It involves policy and--"
"Take care of it! I don"t give a d.a.m.n what you do as long as we have transportation when we need it." He switched off.
"Who is that man?" inquired Harriman.
"Who? Oh, that"s Morgenstern, Claude Morgenstem."
"Not his name--what does he do?"
"He"s one of my a.s.sistants--buildings, grounds, and transportation."
"Fire him!"
Coster looked stubborn. Before he could answer a secretary came in and stood insistently at his elbow with a sheaf of papers. He frowned, initialed them, and sent her out.
"Oh, I don"t mean that as an order," Harriman added, "but I do mean it as serious advice. I won"t give orders in your backyard,--but will you listen to a few minutes of advice?"
"Naturally," Coster agreed stiffly.
"Mmm . . . this your first job as top boss?"
Coster hesitated, then admitted it.
"I hired you on Ferguson"s belief that you were the engineer most likely to build a successful Moon ship. I"ve had no reason to change my mind. But top administration ain"t engineering, and maybe I can show you a few tricks there, if you"ll let me." He waited. "I"m not criticizing," he added. "Top bossing is like s.e.x; until you"ve had it, you don"t know about it." Harriman had the mental reservation that if the boy would not take advice, he would suddenly be out of a job, whether Ferguson liked it or not.
Coster drummed on his desk. "I don"t know what"s wrong and that"s a fact. It seems as if I can"t turn anything over to anybody and have it done properly. I feel as if I were swimming in quicksand."
"Done much engineering lately?"
"I try to." Coster waved at another desk in the corner. "I work there, late at night."