"I think so."
"Good. Let's get it done." Weemsby started to open the folder.
Grandmother always said to read before signing -- then think it over. "Uncle Jack, I want to read them."
"You wouldn't understand them."
"Probably not." Thorby picked up the folder. "But I've got to learn."
Weemsby reached for the folder. "It isn't necessary."
Thorby felt a surge of obstinacy. "Didn't you say Judge Bruder prepared these for me?"
"Yes."
"Then I want to take them to my apartment and try to understand them. If I'm 'Rudbek of Rudbek' I ought to know what I'm doing."
Weemsby hesitated, then shrugged. "Go ahead. You'll find that I'm simply trying to do for you what I have always been doing."
"But I still ought to understand what I'm doing."
"Very well! Good night."
Thorby read till he fell asleep. The language was baffling but the papers did seem to be what Uncle Jack said they were -- instructions to John Weemsby to continue the routine business of a complex setup. He fell asleep full of terms like "full power of attorney," "all manner of business," "receive and pay monies," "revocable only by mutual consent," "waiver of personal appearance," "full faith and credence," and "voting proxy in all stockholding and/or directorial meetings, special or annual."
As he dozed off it occurred to him that he had not asked to see the authorizations given by his parents.
Sometime during the night he seemed to hear Grandmother's impatient voice: "-- then think it over! If you don't understand it, and the laws under which it will be executed, then don't sign it! -- no matter how much profit may appear to be in store. Too lazy and too eager can ruin a trader"
He stirred restlessly.
Chapter 18
Hardly anyone came down for breakfast in Rudbek. But breakfast in bed was not in Thorby's training; he ate alone in the garden, luxuriating in hot mountain sunshine and lush tropical flowers while enjoying the snowy wonderland around him. Snow fascinated him -- he had never dreamed that anything could be so beautiful.
But the following morning Weemsby came into the garden only moments after Thorby sat down. A chair was placed under Weemsby; a servant quickly laid a place. He said, "Just coffee. Good morning, Thor."
"Good morning, Uncle Jack."
"Well, did you get your studying done?"
"Sir? Oh, yes. That is, I fell asleep reading."
Weemsby smiled. "Lawyerese is soporific. Did you satisfy yourself that I had told you correctly what they contained?"
"Uh, I think so."
"Good." Weemsby put down his coffee and said to a servant, "Hand me a house phone. Thor, you irritated me last night."
"I'm sorry, sir."
"But I realize you were right. You should read what you sign -- I wish I had time to! I have to accept the word of my staff in routine matters or I would never have time for policy... and I assumed that you would do the same with me. But caution is commendable." He spoke into the phone. "Carter, fetch those papers from Rudbek's apartment. The garden."
Thorby wondered if Carter could find the stuff -- there was a safe in his study but he had not learned to use it, so he had hidden the papers behind books. He started to mention it but Uncle Jack was talking.
"Here is something you will want to see ...an Inventory of real property you own -- or will own, when the wills are settled. These holdings are unconnected with the business."
Thorby looked through it with amazement. Did he really own an island named Pitcairn at fifteen something south and a hundred and thirty west -- whatever that meant? A domehouse on Mars? A shooting lodge in Yukon -- where was "Yukon" and why shoot there? You ought to be in free space to risk shooting. And what were all these other things?
He looked for one item. "Uncle Jack? How about Rudbek?"
"Eh? You're sitting on it."
"Yes... but do I own it? Leda said I did."
"Well, yes. But it's entailed -- that means your great-great-grandfather decided that it should never be sold... so that there would always be a Rudbek at Rudbek."
"Oh."
"I thought you might enjoy looking over your properties. I've ordered a car set aside for you. Is that one we hopped here in satisfactory?"
"What? Goodness, yes!" Thorby blinked.
"Good. It was your mother's and I've been too sentimental to dispose of it. But it has had all latest improvements added. You might persuade Leda to hop with you; she is familiar with most of that list. Take some young friends along and make a picnic of it, as long as you like. We can find a congenial chaperone."
Thorby put the list down. "I probably will. Uncle Jack... presently. But I ought to get to work."
"Eh?"
"How long does it take to learn to be a lawyer here?"
Weemsby's face cleared. "I see. Lawyers' quaint notions of language can shock a man. It takes four or five years."
"It does?"
"The thing for you is two or three years at Harvard or some other good school of business."
"I need that?"
"Definitely."
"Unh... you know more about it than I do --"
"I should! By now."
"-- but couldn't I learn something about the business before I go to school? I haven't any idea what it is."
"Plenty of time."
"But I want to learn now."
Weemsby started to cloud, then smiled and shrugged. "Thor, you have your mother's stubbornness. All right. I'll order a suite for you at the main office in Rudbek City -- and staff it with people to help you. But I warn you, it won't be fun. Nobody owns a business; the business owns him. You're a slave to it."
"Well... I ought to try."
"Commendable spirit." The phone by Weemsby's cup blinked; he picked it up, frowned, said, "Hold on." He turned to Thorby. "That idiot can't find those papers."
"I meant to tell you. I hid them -- I didn't want to leave them out."
"I see. Where are they?"
"Uh, I'll have to dig them out"
Weemsby said in the phone, "Forget it" He tossed the phone to a servant and said to Thorby, "Then fetch them, if you don't mind."
Thorby did mind. So far he had had four bites; it annoyed him to be told to run an errand while eating. Besides... was he "Rudbek of Rudbek"? or still messenger for the weapons officer? "I'll be going up after breakfast."
Uncle Jack looked vexed. But he answered, "I beg your pardon. If you can't tear yourself away, would you please tell me where to find them? I have a hard day ahead and I would like to dispose of this triviality and go to work. If you don't mind."
Thorby wiped his mouth. "I would rather not," he said slowly, "sign them now."
"What? You told me that you had satisfied yourself."
"No, sir, I told you that I had read them. But I don't understand them. Uncle Jack, where are the papers that my parents signed?"
"Eh?" Weemsby looked at him sharply. "Why?"
"I want to see them."
Weemsby considered. "They must be in the vault at Rudbek City."
"All right. I'll go there."
Weemsby suddenly stood up. "If you will excuse me, in go to work," he snapped. "Young man, some day you will realize what I have done for you! In the meantime, since you choose to be uncooperative, I still must get on with my duties."