"Or Canada. Or the Pacific Northwest," said Jay. "There is a lot of wild country they could be holing up in."
The city desk phone rang. Annie put down the orange and picked up the receiver.
"It's for you, Johnny," she said. "It's Kathy. She's on three."
Garrison clawed for the phone, signaling Jay to pick up Gold's phone.
"Kathy, where the hell are you? What you got?"
"I'm in Iowa," Kathy said. "Place called Dick's Landing. On the Mississippi. I'm with Jerry."
"Jerry?"
"Yes, you remember. The big oaf I was going to go to the concert with. That time you bought the tickets."
"Yes, I remember. What's all this got to do with you being down in Iowa?"
"We found three of the visitors, Johnny. On Goose Island
"To hell with the rest of it. The visitors. What about the visitors? What are they doing?"
‘‘They are making cars.~~
"Kathy. Don't kid me. Don't make any jokes. I've had a hell of a day so far. I can't stand any more."
"They are making ears. We have two of them. We flew them from the island. I have a yellow one and Jerry has a red one. They're easy to handle.
"You said flew. You flew a car?"
"You can fly them. They haven't any wheels. They float, like the visitors float. They're not hard to operate, once you get the hang of it. It took the two of us no more than an hour or so to find out how to run them. There are things you push. Like having a plane. And there is no danger. If you're about to run into something, they veer off. Without you doing anything, they veer off…"
"Kathy," said Garrison, icily, "tell me the truth, for Christ's sake. You really have these ears?"
Jay spoke into the phone. "Kathy, this is Jay. I'm on the line with Johnny. This is no joke, is it? You really have the cars?"
"You're damned right we have them."
Garrison said, "Kathy, get hold of yourself. You're not making sense. What are they making ears for?"
"We don't really know," said Kathy. "We can't be sure, that is. We think they may be making them as payment for the trees they took. But we don't really know; it's only what we think. It seemed to be all right with them when we flew off with the two we have."
"And now that you have them.
"We'll be coming back. Be there in three or four hours. Maybe faster. We don't know how fast these things can go. We'll fly them. Not bother with the roads. We'll follow the river north."
"Oh, Jesus, Kathy, this can't be right. Making ears, you say…"
"Well, I don't know if you can really call them cars.
"Just a minute, Kathy," said Jay. "Hang on for a minute."
He took down the receiver and cupped the mouthpiece, looking across the desk at Garrison.
"Johnny," he said, "she's a good reporter. A damn fine reporter."
Garrison cupped his phone. "I know, but, Christ, I can't go along with this. What if it turned out wrong?"
"It's five hours to press time. She'll be here by then. She can write her story. We can get pictures of the cars. We can get it all nailed down."
Garrison nodded. He uncupped the phone and spoke into it. "All right, Kathy, we'll be waiting for you. We won't do a thing until you get here. We'll have photographers. Can you land those things on top of the building, on the roof?"
"I don't know. I would think we could. They handle easy."
Jay spoke into the phone. "Kathy, how are these ears powered? Do you need gasoline? 1vVhat do you need?"
"Nothing," Kathy told him. "The visitors bud them. They are powered in the same way the visitors are powered, however that may be. Jerry thinks they are actually visitors, but in the shape of ears. There are a hundred of the ears, maybe more. We took only two. They bud them fast. The three visitors have been on the island only a week. Three of them made more than a hundred cars in only a week, probably less than a week."
"All right," said Garrison. "We'll sit on it. We'll keep it quiet. So far the story is ours exclusively. We'll see it stays that way. Be careful. Don't take any chances. We want you here in one piece."
"I'll be seeing you," said Kathy.
Garrison cradled the phone and looked at Jay.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"I think we've just bought the first iron hatchet to replace our stone tomahawk."
Garrison mumbled something under his breath, then said, "Yes, I remember you talking about that. We should have run the story when you brought it up."
"I can still write it."
"No," said Garrison. "Hell, no, everyone will be writing that story now. Now there is another story to write. What happens to the auto industry if the visitors keep on making their cars and giving them away in payment for the trees—enough of them for everyone in the country? What happens to all the people who lose their jobs in the Detroit factories and in other plants? What happens to the oil industry when no one needs to buy gasoline for their cars? What happens to the auto service and maintenance people, all the service stations and the people pumping gas? What happens when we don't need to build roads any more? What happens to the finance companies that live on car payment plans? And what happens when the visitors, once they have made enough cars to give everyone a car, turn to making refrigerators and stoves and furnaces and air conditioners? How will the states register the new cars, the free cars? How will they regulate them? How do they go about taxing them? And the hell of it is that the visitors are not doing this out of animosity. They have no animosity toward us. All they have is gratitude. If they had only worked with the government, gone through governmental channels.
"More than likely," said Jay, "they don't even realize there are governments. They may not know what a government is. They probably have no political concept. They have looked us over and found out how best they can pay us for the trees. And they looked at people and not at governments. They probably are unaware of what they are doing to us, not knowing anything about the complex economic structure we have built. The only economic system they may know is simple barter. You give me something; I'll give you something in return. And the hell of it is that the people will buy it. Once the people know about the free ears, once they start getting their hands on them, no one, in government or out, will dare to lift a finger, say a word, against the visitors."
"And that's why they're hiding out," said Garrison. "So they can make cars without interference. Hiding themselves so hordes of people can't come charging in to pick out a car. Thousands of them out there making cars. How long do you think it will take
them to make enough of them?"
"I wouldn't know," said Jay. "I'm not even sure you're right, but the guess is good. I hope to God it's only ears. We probably can weather the situation if ears is all they make."
46. Washington D.C
"Dave," asked the President, "can we be absolutely certain the
news reports are right? It all sounds so fanciful. Almost beyond belief. What I mean… a few facts blown out of context."
"I had the same reservation," said Porter, "when the first report came on the wires. So I went to the source. Called the Tribune in Minneapolis and talked to the city editor. Man by the name of Garrison. I felt a little foolish doing that, almost as if I were questioning the integrity of the paper. But I felt I had to do it. Garrison was quite decent.
"And the reports are correct?"
"Basically, yes. Garrison told me he couldn't believe it himself to start with. Not until the two ears landed. Said that after his reporter's phone call, he sat there in a daze, saying over and over to himself there was something wrong, that he had misunderstood what the reporter had said, that there had to be some foul-up."
"But now he knows. Now he's sure?"
"Now he knows. He has the cars. He has pictures of them."