"Well, thanks anyway," said Bud suddenly, gathering up his papers, as though embarrassed at having been so weak as to bother anyone with his troubles.
"Something will turn up," said Paul. He paused at his office door. "How are you fixed for money?"
"They're keepin' me on a few more months, until all the new equipment gets installed. And Ah've got the award from the suggestion system."
"Well, thank God you got something out of it. How much?"
"Five hundred. It's the biggest one this year."
"Congratulations. Is that on your card?"
Bud held the rectangle of cardboard up to the window and squinted at the nicks and perforations. "Think thet little devil raht there's it."
"That's for your smallpox vaccination," said Katharine, looking over his shoulder. "I've got one of those."
"No, the little triangle next to thet one."
Katharine's phone rang. "Yes?" She turned to Paul. "A Doctor Finnerty is at the gate and wants in."
"If it's just to shoot the bull, tell him to wait until late this afternoon."
"He says he wants to see the plant, not you."
"All right; let him in."
"They're shorthanded at the gate," said Katharine. "One of the guards is down with flu. What'll they do about an escort for him?"
The few visitors that did get admitted to the Ilium Works were taken about by guides, who only incidentally pointed out the wonders of the place. The guides were armed, and their main job was to see that no one got close enough to vital controls to knock them out. The system was a holdover from the war, and from the postwar riot period, but it still made sense. Every so often, antisabotage laws notwithstanding, someone got it into his head to jimmy something. It hadn't happened in Ilium for years, but Paul had heard reports from other works - reports of a visitor with a crude bomb in a briefcase in Syracuse; of an old lady in Buffalo stepping from a group of sightseers to jam her umbrella into some vital clockwork. . . . Things like that still happened, and Kroner had stipulated that visitors to plants should be watched every second. The saboteurs had come from every walk of life - including, in at least one hushed-up instance, the brass. As Kroner had said, you never could tell who was going to try it next.
"Oh, what the hell, let Finnerty in without an escort," said Paul. "He's a special case - an old Ilium man."
"The directive said no exceptions," said Katharine. She knew all of the directives - and there were thousands of them - cold.
"Let him roam."
"Yessir."
Bud Calhoun watched the interchange with far more interest than it merited, Paul thought. It was as though they had been putting on an absorbing drama. When Katharine hung up she mistook his gaze for adoration and returned it warmly.
"Six minutes," said Bud.
"Six minutes for what?" said Katharine.
"Six minutes foah nothin'," said Bud. "It took thet long to get a man in through the gate."
"Well?"
"Three of you tied up for six minutes - you two and the guard. Eighteen man minutes in all. Hell, it cost over two bucks to let him in. How many people come to the gate a year?"
"Ten a day, maybe," said Paul.
"Twenty-seven hundred and fifty-eight a year," said Katharine.
"And you pass on each one?"
"Katharine usually does," said Paul. "That's the biggest part of her job."
"At a dollah a head, thet's twenty-seven hundred dollahs a year," said Bud reproachfully. He pointed at Katharine. "This is ridiculous! If policy is iron-clad, why not let a machine make the decisions? Policy isn't thinkin', it's a reflex. You could even build a gadget with an exception for Finnerty and still get away foah less than a hundred dollahs."
"There are all sorts of special decisions I have to make," said Katharine defensively. "I mean, all sorts of things come up that require more than routine thought - more than any old machine could do."
Bud wasn't listening. He held his palms apart, marking the size of the box being born in his imagination. "Either a visitor is a nonentity, a friend, an employee, small brass, or big brass. The guard presses one of five buttons in the top row on the box. See it? Either the visitor is sight-seein', inspectin', makin' a personal call, or here on business. The guard pushes one of four buttons in thet row. The machine has two lights, a red one for no, and a green one for yes. Whatever the policy is, bingo! - the lights tell him what to do."
"Or we could tack a memo about policy on the guardhouse wall," said Paul.
Bud looked startled. "Yes," he said slowly, "you could do thet." It was clear he thought it was a pretty drab man who would think much of that solution.
"I'm mad," said Katharine, her voice small. "You have no right to go around saying a machine can do what I do."
"Aw, now honey - there wasn't anything personal in it."
She was crying now, and Paul slipped into his office and shut the door.
"Your wife's on the phone," said Katharine brokenly on the intercom set.
"All right. Yes, Anita?"
"Have you heard from Kroner?"
"No. I'll let you know if I do."
"I hope he had a good time last night."
"He did - or firmly believes he did."
"Is Finnerty there?"
"In the plant somewhere."
"You should see the bathroom."
"I saw it in the making."
"He had four cigarettes going, and forgot about every one of them. One on top of the medicine cabinet, one on the window sill, one on the top of the john, and one on the toothbrush rack. I couldn't eat my breakfast. He's got to go."
"I'll tell him."
"What are you going to tell Kroner?"
"I don't know yet. I don't know what he's going to say."
"Pretend I'm Kroner and I've just said, sort of casually, 'Well, Paul, the Pittsburgh spot is still open.' Then what do you say?"
This was the game she never tired of - one that took every bit of Paul's patience to play. She was forever casting herself as a person of influence and making Paul play dialogues with her. There would then be a critique, in which his responses were analyzed, edited, and polished by her. No real dialogues ever came close to her phantasies, which served chiefly to show how primitive a notion she had of men of affairs and of how business was done.
"Go on," she prodded.
"Pittsburgh, eh?" said Paul. "Holy smokes! Wow!"
"No, now, I'm serious," she said firmly. "What will you say?"
"Darling, I'm busy now."
"All right; you think it over and call me back. You know what I think you should say?"
"I'll call you back."
"All right. Goodbye. I love you."
"I love you, Anita. Goodbye."
"Doctor Shepherd is on the phone," said Katharine.
Paul picked up the now moist instrument again. "What's the matter now, Shep?"
"There's an unauthorized man in Building 57! Get the guards down here."
"Is it Finnerty?"
"An unauthorized man," said Shepherd stubbornly.
"All right. Is it an unauthorized Finnerty?"