"Yes," he answered, through his end.
I told the orderly to show her in.
Estelle Karst was quite a remarkable old girl and, I suppose, the first woman ever to hold a commission in the corps of engineers. She was an M. D.
as well as an Sc.D. and reminded me of the teacher I had had in fourth grade. I guess that was why I always stood up instinctively when she came in the room-I was afraid she might look at me and sniff. It couldn"t have been her rank; we didn"t bother much with rank.
She was dressed in white coveralls and a shop ap.r.o.n and had simply thrown a hooded cape over herself to come through the snow. I said, "Good morning, maam," and led her into Mannings office.
The Colonel greeted her with the urbanity that had made him such a success with women"s clubs, seated her, and offered her a cigarette.
"I"m glad to see you, Major," he said. "I"ve been intending to drop around to your shop."
I knew what he was getting at Dr. Karst"s work had been primarily physiomedical; he wanted her to change the direction of her research to something more productive in a military sense.
"Don"t call me "major," " she said tartly.
"Sorry, Doctor-"
"I came on business, and must get right back. And I presume you are a busy man, too. Colonel Manning, I need some help."
"That"s what we are here for."
"Good. I"ve run into some snags in my research. I think that one of the men in Dr. Ridpath"s department could help me, but Dr. Ridpath doesn"t seem disposed to be cooperative."
"So? Well, I hardly like to go over the head of a departmental chief, but tell me about it; perhaps we can arrange it. Whom do you want?"
"I need Dr. Obre."
"The spectroscopist-hm-m-m. I can understand Dr. Ridpath"s reluctance, Dr.
Karst, and I"m disposed to agree with him. After all, the high-explosives research is really our main show around here."
She bristled and I thought she was going to make him stay in after school at the very least. "Colonel Manning, do you realize the importance of artificial radioactives to modern medicine?"
"Why, I believe I do. Nevertheless, doctor, our primary mission is to perfect a weapon which will serve as a safe-guard to the whole country in time of war-"
She sniffed and went into action. "Weapons-fiddle-sticks! Isn"t there a medical corps in the Army? Isn"t it more important to know how to heal men than to know how to blow them to bits? Colonel Manning, you"re not a fit man to have charge of this project! You"re a . . . you"re a, a warmonger, that"s what you are!"
I felt my ears turning red, but Manning never budged. He could have raised Cain with her, confined her to her quarters, maybe even have court-martialed her, but Manning isn"t like that. He told me once that every time a man is court-martialed, it is a sure sign that some senior officer hasn"t measured up to his job.
"I am sorry you feel that way, Doctor," he said mildly, "and I agree that my technical knowledge isn"t what it might be. And, believe me, I do wish that healing were all we had to worry about. In any case, I have not refused your request. Let"s walk over to your laboratory and see what the problem is. Likely there is some arrangement that can be made which will satisfy everybody."
He was already up and getting out his greatcoat. Her set mouth relaxed a trifle and she answered, "Very well. I"m sorry I spoke as I did."
"Not at all," he replied. "These are worrying times. Come along, John."
I trailed after them, stopping in the outer office to get my own coat and to stuff my notebook in a pocket.
By the time we had trudged through mushy snow the eighth of a mile to her lab they were talking about gardening!
Manning acknowledged the sentry"s challenge with a wave of his hand and we entered the building. He started casually on into the inner lab, but Karst stopped him. "Armor first, Colonel."
We had trouble finding overshoes that would fit over Manning"s boots, which he persisted in wearing, despite the new uniform regulations, and he wanted to omit the foot protection, but Karst would not hear of it. She called in a couple of her a.s.sistants who made jury-rigged moccasins out of some soft-lead sheeting.
The helmets were different from those used in the explosives lab, being fitted with inhalers. "What"s this?" inquired Manning.
"Radioactive dust guard," she said. "It"s absolutely essential."
We threaded a lead-lined meander and arrived at the workroom door which she opened by combination. I blinked at the sudden bright illumination and noticed the air was filled with little shiny motes.
"Hm-m-m-it is dusty," agreed Manning. "Isn"t there some way of controlling that?" His voice sounded m.u.f.fled from behind the dust mask.
"The last stage has to be exposed to air," explained Karst. "The hood gets most of it. We could control it, but it would mean a quite expensive new installation."
"No trouble about that. We"re not on a budget, you know. It must be very annoying to have to work in a mask like this."
"It is," acknowledged Karst. "The kind of gear it would take would enable us to work without body armor, too. That would be a comfort."
I suddenly had a picture of the kind of thing these researchers put up with. I am a fair-sized man, yet I found that armor heavy to carry around.
Estelle Karst was a small woman, yet she was willing to work maybe fourteen hours, day after day, in an outfit which was about as comfortable as a diving suit. But she had not complained.
Not all the heroes are in the headlines. These radiation experts not only ran the chance of cancer and nasty radio-action burns, but the men stood a chance of damaging their germ plasm and then having their wives present them with something horrid in the way of offspring-no chin, for example, and long hairy ears. Nevertheless, they went right ahead and never seemed to get irritated unless something held up their work.
Dr. Karst was past the age when she would be likely to be concerned personally about progeny, but the principle applies.
I wandered around, looking at the unlikely apparatus she used to get her results, fascinated as always by my failure to recognize much that reminded me of the physics laboratory I had known when I was an undergraduate, and being careful not to touch anything. Karst started explaining to Manning what she was doing and why, but I knew that it was useless for me to try to follow that technical stuff. If Manning wanted notes, he would dictate them. My attention was caught by a big box-like contraption in one corner of the room. It had a hopper-like gadget on one side and I could hear a sound from it like the whirring of a fan with a background of running water. It intrigued me.
I moved back to the neighborhood of Dr. Karst and the Colonel and heard her saying, "The problem amounts to this, Colonel: I am getting a much more highly radio-active end-product than I want, but there is considerable variation in the half-life of otherwise equivalent samples. That suggests to me that I am using a mixture of isotopes but I haven"t been able to prove it. And frankly, I do not know enough about that end of the field to be sure of sufficient refinement in my methods. I need Dr. Obre"s help on that."
I think those were her words, but I may not be doing her justice, not being a physicist I understood the part about "half-life." All radioactive materials keep right on radiating until they turn into something else, which takes theoretically forever. As a matter of practice their periods, or "lives," are described in terms of how long it takes the original radiation to drop to one-half strength. That time is called a "half-life"
and each radioactive isotope of an element has its own specific characteristic half-lifetime.
One of the staff-I forget which one-told me once that any form of matter can be considered as radioactive in some degree; it"s a question of intensity and period, or half-life.
"I"ll talk to Dr. Ridpath," Manning answered her, "and see what can be arranged. In the meantime you might draw up plans for what you want to re-equip your laboratory."
"Thank you, Colonel."
I could see that Manning was about ready to leave, having pacified her; I was still curious about the big box that gave out the odd noises.
"May I ask what that is, Doctor?"
"Oh, that? That"s an air-conditioner."
"Odd-looking one. I"ve never seen one like it."
"It"s not to condition the air of this room. It"s to remove the radioactive dust before the exhaust air goes outdoors. We wash the dust out of the foul air."
"Where does the water go?"